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Post by Adam Gold on Mar 1, 2016 8:10:02 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Start over? It was better than nothing at least. However, he was still worried about the fiancé, having not known her decision in her mind to call off the wedding. He didn’t know what was going through her head, but he it wasn’t like he could go and say he didn’t want that, because the other choice would be to let her go. And he would not let her go, ever. Of course, after they departed today, he was planning on making plans to destroy a certain Evil Queen. Because he couldn’t let her get away with it. He couldn’t let Regina go without punishment, he just had to figure out a suitable punishment to match the crime.
”I… I would like that,” Rumple said with a nod, “And I’ll try to be the man you… have always seen.” Of course the whole Regina thing wouldn’t be that way, but it would be alright, because he would work on it after he dealt with Regina. After all, few would dare mess with him, except apparently Regina. And he would punish all those who came his way in ‘self-defense’. It wasn’t like he sought out people to punish. It was only if they wronged him. “To start off,” Rumple took out his wallet, setting some money on the counter before picking up a red rose and handing it to her, hoping it wasn’t too presumptuous. “A single rose.” If he had better control over his magic right now he would make the rose survive longer, with a spell. Gold took a step away from Belle and smiled. “Now, Miss French, would you like to have lunch with me, tomorrow?” He wasn’t quite sure how everything would go, and he knew she was still confused about Will, but he had to at least try to make things seem as normal as possible.
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Post by Belle French on Mar 1, 2016 19:27:09 GMT
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She seemed to sense his distress. "I'm... going to talk to my fiance. This... had been an overwhelming change of events, and I can't continue into a marriage created from a lie, even if the lie is in my own head."
She seemed both sad and happy about it. She had to admit, while Will had made her happy, she felt like there had been something missing in their relationship. A spark. It would be okay, she knew. Will was a strong willed guy. She just hoped that he wouldn't be too upset. Waking up had changed everything.
"I'm glad you'll take that chance with me, with us," she gave him a bright smile. "This world might not be full of the same mysteries and delights as the Enchanted Forest, but I'm sure there are still plenty adventures and... Robin Hoods to spare."
She smirked, as he handed her the rose and she gave it a soft sniff. They really were their flowers. She remembered the first one he had given her. It never died. She assumed he had embedded some sort of magic into it, to keep it from wilting. She blushed at his request to have her join him for lunch tomorrows at Grannys. Hopefully by then the town would have settled down and they could peacefully do so.
"I would love that, Rumple."
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Post by Adam Gold on Mar 1, 2016 21:10:41 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Oh this was wonderful news. Not the ‘I’ve decided I’ll be with you and not this fiancé’ but at least she was taking in what he had been trying to say earlier. She was going to give up on them for this marriage that the other party might not even want, a marriage she could be unhappy in because it was built in a lie. But now, he had a better chance. He wouldn’t have to make her change her mind, he would simply have to win her over now. And… while he still didn’t trust his ability to ‘charm’ anyone, he would at least try.
“Oh this world maybe be different, but it is still full of adventures and mysteries. There are more, new books here, indoor plumbing, and while the Charmings and their friends are still around, there is bound to be trouble,” Gold said. He wished he could see the future like he had before, even if the visions of the future had helped him go crazy, because then he could at least see what was going to happen, even if not the full path to get to said future. He could plan, he could make sure that the future’s path was going the way he wanted it to go, but right now he was out of the loop. Of course he remembered some pieces of the future he had before the curse that had yet come to pass, but it wasn’t the same. “I didn’t spare Robin Hood, I simply became bored with the hunt.”
Really, in the end, it was even better that Moe wasn’t here, or perhaps he wouldn’t have been able to say some of what he had said. He most definitely would not have talked about his son. He grinned when she blushed and accepted the rose. “Then I will see you tomorrow, dearie. I need to be figuring out how to get out of this town, after all, and while I would love to have you around, I’m afraid you would be rather bored.” And not happy with the way he was planning on going about things. Magic. Going after Regina. Maybe he could lock her up, string her up like he had Robin Hood, make her know exactly just how badly she screwed up this whole situation. | |
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Post by Belle French on Mar 2, 2016 0:21:30 GMT
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She smirked slightly. Of course, there would be new books - she's read most of them already and the information had been.... well, a lot. When she had first gotten discharged from the hospital, most of her meals had come from Granny's...and most of them still had, but she had slowly begun studying cooking. Finding a knack for it, but it was still mediocre at best. Nothing like it had been back in the Enchanted Forest. But now that she had her full memories back, maybe cooking would be a bit more natural. She also had to admit the indoor plumbing was a welcome change from the Dark Castle, though.
Bound to be trouble with Charmings and their friends. She chuckled softly. His admission about Robin Hood still the same, and she gave him the same knowing smile. "Of course you did, O' Dark One."
This was definitely different. While she had fallen in love with his charm back in the forest, here, she was being exposed to a different kind of person. The man he was beneath the gold skin. While she missed the giggling imp, though, she couldn't say this change was bad either.
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Post by Adam Gold on Mar 2, 2016 6:18:08 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Gold smirked at her when she ‘agreed’ with him about the whole Robin Hood situation. It really showed to him that she was pretty much the same, as she had given him a similar reaction any time they would talk about that. Given, it wasn’t usually that often, but it still happened. Not everything had changed at least. They were still both… the same even if they were still different.
“What else do you expect? I do get bored rather easily, dearie,” Gold raised the pitch of his voice, and did the arm thing with a silly little smirk on his face. “Oh, speaking of books, have you been reading in the library? I would really hope you breaking my locks was at least to read something.” Gold pushed the feelings from his son, his part, and everything else that was hurting him right now to the side, trying to make everything a little bit happier, a little bit stressful at least for her.
“Perhaps you could open up the library now, now that the curse is broken. I’m sure the residents would like that.” And it would give him another excuse to see her more often, as well as a sure bet to find her… well a more likely bet that didn’t look like he just randomly showed up at the place she lived, because that would be a little bit insane, and coming from him, insane meant a lot. | |
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Post by Belle French on Mar 2, 2016 6:34:29 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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His voice pitched and he did that arm thing that once used to cause her to sigh exasperatedly, but now it caused an ear-splitting grin to form on her face. She had to admit now, that that would be one thing that would get her, every time. She would have to be sure not to show weakness to it, or he might use it to his advantage. But for now, she laughed. While the rest of the town was at Granny's probably freaking out over how they now had two lives, they were here, like they were the only two people in the world. She poked the rose into her hair, and turned, leaving the shop, the door closing with a clatter behind her. Her father would surely ask later why she had not put in an order but instead left enough money for a single rose. She gave him a look.
"And what would you expect me to do? Living in a library? NOT read nearly every single book?" she scoffed as if insulted. She had done nearly the exact same thing in the Dark Castle. She had almost been done before that day she ... screwed everything up. A small frown formed on her lips now. "The books here are different, though, about a lot of different things. Histories, wars.... well, there was some of that back in the Forest too, but this was different. More tragic."
She nodded, "I'm sure. Relying on the schools meager library has probably not been all that fun."
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Post by Adam Gold on Mar 2, 2016 7:11:04 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
The rose looked great in her hair. And for a moment he wondered where the Gaston Rose was, and whether or not he was turned back into a man when the curse hit. If not, well, the rose was out there somewhere. Or destroyed with the rest of the Enchanted Forest. However, really, the rose did look good, and Rumple couldn’t help but smile at the fact she had most definitely accepted it and even was wearing it.
“Well at least that means the dust wasn’t collecting on those books anymore,” Gold commented. More tragic the histories in this world may be on a more general scale, but the only history he cared about was the ogre wars that had turned his life upside down, the war that if it never happened, perhaps his wife wouldn’t have scorned him as she did, and well he wouldn’t have a limp, and never lost his boy. However, it would also have meant he never would have met Belle. At least there was a flicker of light to try to fight against all that darkness that had come up through the years. “Perhaps more tragic in the fact all these wars were fought against other humans, whereas those fought in our world were mostly against the ogres.” The majority of big wars were against those creatures, though there were always a few of those human versus human wars. “Our world will always be more… tragic, as you say, to me. While I can only hear about what happened here, I lived through it all in our land.”
Rumple grinned as they walked out of the shop, him limping alongside Belle. “Well, I do have a rather large collection myself at my house and in my shop. You could borrow a few if the library doesn’t have enough for you.” Rumple chuckled. “And I’m sure running the library, you would enjoy. I could send some people to take the boards off the windows, if you would like.” | |
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Post by Belle French on Mar 3, 2016 12:55:04 GMT
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He had a point. He had lived centuries. She merely only a few decades. But something about this world's history made her sad. She wasn't sure how to explain it, exactly. She smiled at him when he mentioned his 'rather large collection'. "Are we sure that the books you have aren't the same as the ones back from the forest?" She laughed. She didn't know how the curse worked, but whatever he had in his possession, she felt might be something he had before. "Unless you were hiding some."
She nodded when he mentioned sending someone to pry the boards off the library. "I'd like that. I was thinking about doing it myself but figured you would think something was up the moment I bothered." It would be nice to have the library back open to the public, she thought. Maybe people could use it to help themselves figure...themselves out. Who knows. But at least it would be a quiet place to go.
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Post by Adam Gold on Mar 24, 2016 16:29:21 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Gold shook his head and chuckled at her. Of course she had read a lot of the books that had been in his castle, and her mind was insatiable when it came to new books to read. “No, no. I haven’t been able to really get a good look at some of them, but most of the books in my possession are from other places, other castles, other lands. I’ve seen a few that were indeed part of my collection at the castle, but not many. There is one particularly I believe you would like from Agrabah. And another from a world away similar to this world, but not quite the same.” It had always puzzled him in their land her interest in books, but it was a charming little quirk. She wanted to learn, she wanted to read of adventures. And later he would find out it was because she wanted to be a hero. While convinced it was originally, at least, to slay the beast, he was slowly allowing himself to believe that it had grown into something else, despite all of the tears he had caused her with his cruelty, primarily his cruelty to others, though locking her in a dungeon probably didn't help. Her belief in… him was astounding and he couldn't understand it, even now, and it was probably the thing that caused him to fall as he had, and made him grow to love every bit of her as well.
Chuckling at her saying that he would know something was up, he shook his head slightly. "I already knew you were in there. Well, not you, but someone. I never saw you, but… the notes we gave each other, without knowing they were from you, were one of the very few things that made me truly smile."
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