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Rumplestiltskin aka Mr. Gold (alwaysaprice) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-12-15 21:12:00

Entry tags:

belle french, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold

Who: Belle and Rumple
What: Decorating for Christmas and Rumple finally gives Belle the story he promised her back in Fairytale Land.
When: This evening
Where: Their home
Warnings: Cuteness and feels over Bae, so it shouldn't be too high?

Having spent 28 years in the Land Without Magic, Rumplstiltskin was accustomed to what Christmas entailed. However, until this Christmas he'd never had a reason to decorate or celebrate the holiday. Even when he'd pretended to be Mr. Gold, celebrating hadn't exactly been his thing. No, on the holidays that were typically celebrated, he would spend them alone, for that was what he had been; alone. More than that, he had been trying to find his son, working on a plan for how to get to him. But that was neither here nor there any longer. This was yet another world, and while he had wondered if this was the world Bae had been taken to, he hadn't voiced such thoughts. If only because he didn't want to go on a search only to find that Bae wasn't here. Rumplstiltskin couldn't take that disappointment again. Though he would be lying if he said he didn't have hope that the Seal would bring Bae to him some day.

As such, it was Christmas season, and this was the first time he was really decorating and celebrating. The only reason he was doing either was because he had Belle. He'd finally been reunited with her, and he had missed her. He was going to show her the wonders of the world, and Christmas was one of them. They had gone and purchased decorations and were now decorating their home. Currently in the living room, Rumplestiltskin was going through the decorations they'd gotten. There was some of nearly everything. Garland, mistletoe, Santas, so on and so forth. Unpackaging some garland, he took it over to the fireplace and began draping it along the mantle. Once it was in place, he took a few steps back and looked it over, wondering if it looked good enough in the place.

"Belle, how does that look to you?" He asked, motioning to the mantle. A part of the garland was a bit crooked, but there was only so much he could do when leaning on his cane. He had paid the price when he'd saved Henry and Ruby, having aggravated his bad leg. But he didn't complain about the pain, he just went on and did his best to rest it whenever he had the chance. That was the one thing he disliked about not having the Dark One in complete control, he was hobbled by his leg. The one good thing the Dark One did was heal his bad leg. But he had done good in helping Henry and Ruby, so he would not complain about such trivial things as pain.

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alwaysaprice
2013-02-19 05:48 am UTC (link)

It was strange to him to be this way, to change and try to be a better man in a place where he had the chance to be different. The Dark One was unable to control him completely, and he could keep control of himself. At least until Belle was threatened or harmed, then he would lose control and give in to his dark side. But the fact was that he was trying. He just didn't make a spectacle of it because no one would believe it. His change was subtle, much like how he always operated, but it was evident to those that actually looked. He had never been one to care about becoming entangled in other people's lives except when they came to him for a deal or when he needed something from them to further his own agenda. Otherwise he simply sat back and watched everyone around him. He still had the watching mentality, but he had risen to the occasion of being a better man when it was called for. And he would always try for Belle, after the length of time they'd been separated for, he didn't want to lose her all over again.

"I will not let it go either," was his simple response. He didn't need to mince words or use double meanings when he spoke to Belle. While playing with words was a bit of a trademark for him, he was trying not to do it as much. Which sometimes was easier said than done.

Smiling gently, he took in a breath. "Not overly long after my wife left my son and I, it was nearly time for Bae to be taken by the army and sent to fight in the Ogre Wars. I was desperate to protect him from that fate, and I tried to find some way to keep him from suffering that fate. I didn't want to lose him, too. I tried to escape with him in the middle of the night, but we were caught by soldiers and given a warning. Though I met a man who knew of a way I could get what I wanted. He told me that if I controlled the Dark One, I could keep my son from being taken. No one argued with the Dark One. He told me of a dagger that controlled the Dark One. So with Bae's help, I slipped into the castle, took it and left. I noticed a name was engraved on the blade of the dagger, but didn't think too much into it. I summoned the Dark One, but when I discovered I didn't have control over him, I was angry and I stabbed him with the dagger. I realized it was the man who had told me of the dagger in the first place. I killed him, and the name on the dagger's blade turned into mine. I then became the Dark One. The next morning was Bae's birthday when he was to be taken, and I stopped the soldiers from taking him."

He paused then and looked at Belle. "That is how I became the Dark One. All to protect my son. I didn't know until it was too late that I had to become the Dark One in order to control the power." And in the time since then, he had come to have a better understanding of the burden that it was to be the Dark One. It wasn't an easy burden to carry at all. Being the Dark One meant losing everything you were before, losing control over being any other way. But even so, he didn't regret it because it had allowed him to save his son, though it had also led to him losing his son later.

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loveishope
2013-02-20 01:32 am UTC (link)

Oh that was it. If that sad excuse for a wife ever showed up in this city Belle was going to slap her. And it was not going to be pretty and it was not going to be ladylike. How could she have abandoned her husband and her child. How could she just leave him there to raise the boy, to protect him from a War that Belle well knew the horrors of. Though protected in her castle she had seen much of the suffering of the townspeople. No wonder Rumple had taken the chance when he'd been offered it. Control over the Dark One. Belle wasn't going to judge as one who had urged her father to call on Rumplestiltskin for help. When they'd had no choice and nowhere else to turn. She knew the feeling.

And then he'd stabbed the old Dark One, gained the power and...Oh. Oh she understood. And it had all been to protect Baelfire. All of it. Everything he did, in their world had been for the boy he'd wanted to save from the Ogre Wars. Everything he...though how could that be if he had as he said, saved the boy?

But for now, she would put her thoughts and questions aside, he needed her and she would always be there for him just as she promised, "Oh my love..." she managed, her hand squeezing his that little bit harder. "You made a rash mistake in error and that power it, it took you over didn't it. That's why when I kissed you, you thought it was Regina attempting to take it from you, leave you weak. You thought I was going to make you weak."

She had a thousand questions with more forming in her mind the more she thought about the story he had told her, and there was yet more to ask. There was so much yet that she didn't know and that she wanted to know. So many mysteries still to be uncovered. But she knew as well that he had told her a lot. He had opened his heart to her and she should let him take a break now, they could get back to their tea, get back to the lights, get back to celebration and just be happy being together again after so long apart. But there were two questions that stayed. That refused to let her leave them lie. "Rumple, I'm going to ask two questions. You can answer them now, or you can leave it, you've told me more than enough, you've given me more information about your past than I ever could have imagined and really, you don't need to keep this up. But I have to ask them all the same because they're important and maybe they're relevent or maybe I just need to know. Where is Baelfire now? Is he back home? You saved him, did you lose him with the curse? And second...the Dagger now holds your name? Holds your curse. Where is it?"

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