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Rumplestiltskin aka Mr. Gold (alwaysaprice) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-03-19 03:13:00

Entry tags:

belle french, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold

Who: Belle and Rumple
What: After certain revelations about Henry and Bae's arrival, Rumple is having The Feels.
When: BACKDATED to the day of Bae's arrival
Where: Belle and Rumple's house
Warnings: FEELS. Also OUaT spoilers up through episode 2x14: Manhattan

It had been one thing that the night previous Emma had told him that Baelfire was Henry's father. That revelation alone was enough to cause Rumple to be emotional, but then in the morning he'd woken to see that Bae had arrived in Lawrence. That shock was one that stirred emotion within him to a point he hadn't felt in a long time. So much regret mixed with fear, knowing his son was still angry with him. How could Bae not be angry? Rumple had broken a deal with him because he had been afraid. He was afraid of losing his power. He was afraid of the unknown. Under all of his bravado, all of his word games and mind games, Rumplestiltskin was still very much a coward. How many things had he run away from in his life? He had crippled his own leg so he did not have to fight so he could instead be home with his wife and child and be a father to his son. But that had gone so horribly wrong. It was the beginning of the path that he was fated to walk.

After his comments to Bae, Rumple had left the computer. He needed something to do, something to calm him. With all the memories flooding back, he felt as though he was on the verge of crying for days straight. Part of him was happy to know that Henry was part of his family, but there was a larger part that was a massive jumble of emotions about Baelfire. As much as he had known this place could bring anyone from anywhere, he hadn't quite expected Bae to arrive. Though the Seal certainly had an impeccable sense of dramatic irony to have pulled Bae here nearly right after Emma had told him about Henry and Bae. Though Rumple could at least put one question to rest, that Bae was alive and well. That was a start. Given the centuries it had taken to get to Storybrooke, Rumple hadn't discerned whether or not time moved differently between worlds so he had no true way of knowing whether Bae was even alive. Which was why he'd needed Emma to break the curse so he could bring magic back and cast a spell to find that answer.

But none of that needed to be done in this world. Bae was here. Not knowing whether Belle was working yet or not, Rumple had decided to spin some straw into gold for a while. Spinning always helped him clear his mind and center his emotions. It was using magic, yes, but he needed something cathartic to keep him busy. He didn't want to run the risk of having his emotions get the best of him and doing something rash. No, he needed to exert control. So he went into the room his spinning wheel was in, leaving the door open in case Belle came looking for him. Sitting at the wheel, he set his cane aside, picked up some straw and began to spin the straw into gold. As much as he tried his best to appear calm, he was anything but, and there were giveaways in his body language. The way his shoulders slouched slightly. The way his eyes were deep and troubled as he focused on the straw. This was certainly not something he had been prepared to handle.

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loveishope
2013-03-19 12:09 pm UTC (link)

Belle had hurried home from her business in town. She didn't quite know what had put the spring in her step today of all days but it was there. She’d gotten all she needed to pick up, straw got delivered now which still amused her. But she would bake, cook dinner, probably read for a while. They’d found a strange domestic routine for themselves since she moved in. One that suited them both quite nicely, and Belle found that she was happier in those few months than she had probably ever been. Content, respected, even challenged to be all that she could be. And perhaps most importantly, Belle was loved.

Though when she got home she didn’t find him in any of the immediately obvious places she’d normally look. He’d been just a little bit quieter than usual the last day or so hence the idea to bake, just a little something she could do until she figured out what was wrong with him. She knew the cues well by now and something was.

By the time she found him spinning, door ajar as if waiting for her, she knew it was more than some baking on her part would fix. She hated to see him like that, almost defeated or something, but not quite the word she’d use for it. He was spinning to forget…

Putting the basket by the door, Belle was thankful at least he had not shut her out of his world again and stepped inside the room. Gold thread glistened in the sunlight from the open door and for a moment reminded Belle of the old days back home.

“Rumple I’m back” she confirmed, stepping over to where he sat at the spinning wheel and sitting down beside him, again, bringing back memories. But she wasn’t going to accidently take his power from him. In this world she couldn’t. They’d proved it often enough. “And we need to talk don’t we? I know that look, I’ve seen that look once before, and spinning, well we both know why you’re doing that.” Her hand reached out to grasp at his, her forehead crinkled in worry. “What’s happened love?” she asked him, suddenly worried the seal had done something terrible, taken Emma, taken any of them. Or brought someone like that Cora they talked about.

Whatever it had done, they’d get through. Belle would help him through, she would never stop fighting for him.

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alwaysaprice
2013-04-09 08:02 am UTC (link)

The fact that he had left the door open was incredibly telling. While he really didn't like all the things running through his head, he well knew he couldn't just start shutting Belle out now, after everything. Oh it was more than difficult, of course, to not just close himself off and pretend things were fine. Things weren't necessarily bad either, the events of the past several hours just had a lot of emotional baggage attached to them. Last night's revelation from Emma wasn't bad, but it would have taken him a little while to properly get his head around the fact that Henry was his grandson. But seeing Bae having posted on the boards that morning? That just made everything that much more complicated.

Though he wouldn't be Rumplestiltskin if things weren't complicated at all. There would always be some twist to things in his life no matter how much he tried to keep them simple. But things hadn't been simple for him in centuries, and he was fairly certain they would never be again simply because he was the Dark One.

When he heard Belle's voice, it pulled him out of the monotonous zone he had gone into while spinning. When she grasped his hand, he was fully brought out of it and he stopped spinning, looking at their hands for a moment as he tried to collect himself a bit.

"Last evening, Emma came here, needing to tell me something." He looked at Belle. "It seems that Emma knew Baelfire. He is Henry's father. Which makes Henry my grandson." That in and of itself was not bad news. It was actually good news. He knew that as of ten years prior, Bae was alive and well. It was more than he'd had to go on in centuries. "But that is not all. This morning when I was reading those online boards, I saw a post made by a young man. It was Bae. There was no mistaking it. He is here." And then worry crept into his eyes quickly followed by regret. Oh he did regret not having gone with Bae and breaking the deal he had made. And he knew he was going to face those consequences once Bae had the strength to talk to him more in depth.

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