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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 28, 2016 7:21:49 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. Its like a delicate flame. And once its gone its gone forever.
Emma had broken the curse, just like he wanted he brought magic back with his potion of true love. He had pulled all the strings, and he was so close to finding his son. His son was somewhere out there, and he was determined to find him, no matter the cost. And afterwards, he could become the man his son wanted, but to get there he needed to make sacrifices of his soul. And for the result of seeing his son again, he would pay any price, he would do everything in his power to see this through.
He was currently in his shop, going through his things, setting aside a golden box that contained an amulet that would summon a wraith, going through a couple of shelves, looking for something. He knew he had placed it in here, and really, he wanted to see it, make sure it was alright, because after Moe French stole it, and Regina got her grimy paws on it, he was a little protective over it. Upon spotting a lone chipped cup Rumple smiled, walking over and picking it up. Now that magic was back, he could keep it in his house, as he could use spells to protect it, except for the fact that, ah, well he hadn’t quite gotten used to how magic worked here. Of course he managed to use basic and weak magic so far, but he really needed to test it all out. He even was unable to correct his limp for now and it was a little frustrating. Especially since everyone who crossed the town line would lose their memories, and he needed to get out there to find his son.
Regardless, Rumple set the cup down again, knowing it was still safe, as he limped his way towards the door. He could almost feel Emma headed this direction for answers, and he had a few things he rather take care of first before he answered to the savior. It wasn’t like she could really complain because Henry was fine in the end. He knew it was going to turn out fine anyways, just as he knew that he would find his son at some point. And a boy would lead him to his son. And said boy would be his undoing, but for now, he rather focus on the ‘finding Baelfire’ thing first.
Rumple opened the door to exit his shop, turning the sign to closed, and locking the door behind him, as he turned back around towards the other side of the street, the thought of his current goal repeating in his mind. Never in all the years he lived would he expect what he saw across the street.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 28, 2016 8:10:18 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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When she had woken up that morning, next to Will, kissed him good morning, and then removed herself from their bed; she never expected everything to change over a cup of coffee. It was strange, instantaneous, like a dam had broken loose and she had dropped the mug (thank god with no hot liquids in it). It had shattered on the tile of their kitchen in their tiny little apartment above the library (no one knew they lived there, but she had somehow managed to get the power to work without any of the town noticing the changes in the library - especially Mr. Gold. If Mr. Gold had realized she had turned the power and water back on in the library apartment.... oh man.
But that had all changed. Something had washed over her, causing her to shudder and her heart and eyes were suddenly filled with a long lost emotion..... and suddenly she was a wreck because here she had been Lacey, not a care in the world, and going to be married in six months, and suddenly, SUDDENLY, her life flipped.
Mr. Gold, no, Rumplestiltskin.
Her captor.
Her savior.
Her true love - or at least she thought.
She hurriedly dressed, Will watching her in confusion, either because he was suffering from the sudden intrusion of memories, or he was just confused on how she was acting, never the less. Her clothing choice not as edgy and provocative as it would had been if today had been yesterday; she left the house, heels clicking on the payment, towards Granny's the only other person she could probably talk to about her predicament.
But how was she to know, that fate worked in funny ways, and just as she turned the corner, Mr. Gold walked out of his shop, and she had looked up at that exact moment; hair falling into her face.
She froze in her spot, not sure how to approach this, looked towards her path, and willed herself to keep moving. Just keep moving, he won't catch you, he can't catch you! You're not ready to face him, no, not yet.
Her heels continued their rhythm, but now, higher in tempo.
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 28, 2016 8:36:00 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. Its like a delicate flame. And once its gone its gone forever.
It was a simple day of great victory for Mr. Gold, for the Dark One, whose curse was broken so he could make a break out of town, even with the minor setback of losing memories when one left. And yet, right as he locked up, and he turned towards the street, his eyes zoomed to the spot where a ghost stood. Not any old ghost, but the figure of his lost love and he immediately backed into the door slightly, leaning on his cane for support as he was sure he was going to fall.
She was dead. Belle was dead. But yet there she was, standing there. She obviously noticed him or she wouldn’t have stopped. And yet he stared, his eyes wide as if Medusa had petrified him. She was dead. Her father drove her to death. There was nothing… nothing he could do, and yet there she was. There was no explanation…
Regina.
She lied to him. But how would she know that Belle wouldn’t contact him? She had to have taken her. Taken her to use against him, because she was his weakness, because he loved her, and he would do anything to keep her safe. Yet, here she was, no longer under Regina’s capture, but he couldn’t fathom why? Why wouldn’t Regina keep her locked up? It had to be something with the curse. That was why he never ran into her. The curse had to have prevented it. That was the ultimate unhappy ending for him. Even if he regained his memories, he would still think her dead, never running into her, and she… she would be kept away from him (well, provided she would want to be around him in the first place and judging how she began to walk away that wasn’t true, so maybe this curse was good for her because she needn’t deal with him). The ultimate unhappy ending where he had so many opportunities to see her, just glimpse her, and he missed them, and Regina could see it all. But she was well. She looked well at least, even if he was angry at Regina for lying to him and holding her from him.
Regaining his senses shortly after Belle began away from him, he began to stumble forward, his cane barely able to keep up as he tried to run (and fail) towards her. “Belle.” At first his voice was quiet, as if in disbelief still. He must have looked sad from anyone looking at the scene, as he desperately tried to go after a woman who was walking swiftly away. Showing weakness to any passerby. Yet, in this moment he didn’t care if they all knew, all he wanted was to touch her, to see if he truly was real, and here in front of him, and not some cruel hallucination. “Belle!” That was a little louder, though not quite a shout. His voice sounded slightly desperate, and his cane wobbled to the side as he incorrectly placed it on the ground, stumbling slightly, but catching himself before he fell to the ground. “Wait.” He held a hand out weakly as if reaching for her, before quickly withdrawing it, second guessing the gesture. “Please.” He wouldn’t catch her, and she would continue to run away. Perhaps, she was just a cruel illusion his mind had created. Perhaps she would turn a corner and no longer be there, vanish, because in the end, she really was dead.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 28, 2016 9:08:02 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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Her legs were tiring and she was slowing. She wasn't used to moving this fast in heels. Or maybe it was she who was faltering, causing herself to slow and not keep walking away because desperately she wanted to see him. The day he forced her out of the castle in sheer fear (not her, him) flooded her mind and the breath she exhaled was shaky. It seemed like it all had been yesterday, and in a way it had been - twenty-eight years of yesterdays, yesterday's which mingled in her mind. Meeting Will, falling in love with him. Or at least, she thought it had been love. It had been something, for sure, something real. But now she had her past back to her, and Lacey just did not measure up, even with twenty-eight years of building, Lacey just did not hold up against Belle.
But she didn't want to break Will's heart. For all she knew, he was probably having some same issue, where he had had memories flood back to him, and he was probably just as confused. But their time together was so very real in her memories too. She wanted to cry.
So here she was, she had come to a stop, her legs burning and shaking, and she turned on her heel to face him. He had managed to catch up with her, and she saw how real he was. How he could have been all those years ago if he had just let her kiss him goddamnit; he hobbled along with that limp, and his face was expressing every raw emotion known to man - something she barely caught glimpses of when he was dark.
Tears pricked at her eyes.
"Rumple," her voice was a soft whisper, as the wind tossed her hair.
"I remember. I remember that I love you."
And that was a huge problem.
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 28, 2016 9:40:55 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
He caught up with her. She had slowed and come to a stop and he caught up with her. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, sadness, regret, happiness, all at the same time. The whole bundle of emotions that could have been brought on by a cruel imagining by his own mind so he reached out when she had stopped and he had caught up with her, touching her shoulder, feeling her physically there. A feeling of great happiness spread throughout his mind, as the doubt slowly began to wash away, even if the itching voice in the back of his head tried to convince him differently.
She could never love you. She’s lying because she’s scared you’ll hurt her.
“You’re real,” Rumple said, trying hard not to show the emotions coursing underneath the surface, a glimmer of hope mixed with disbelief sneaking through into his voice. He smiled, pulling her into a hug. He never thought he’d feel her touch ever again. See her face, and yet here she was. There were signs all around him, the library break ins, the notes, he’d ignored the signs she was truly alive, because he couldn’t possibly believe that she was truly alive, that he could truly be happy, that he could have her back after all he had done. He thought he could never have his happy ending, and yet here she was in front of him. Maybe the scales weren’t tipped against the villains. Maybe he could find his son, and together, the three of them, they could have their happy ending together.
“I love you too,” Rumple said finally, pulling himself out of the hug with a smile growing on his face. “I love you, Belle.” For him to admit such a thing was remarkable, seeing as before this curse he tried so hard to convince himself it wasn’t true, despite all the actions he pulled that indicated his feelings even back then. He didn’t want this moment to end, he didn’t want to let her go only to find himself in his bed and that this was just a dream. It was hard for him to believe her love for him, but right now he didn’t really care whether or not she really did love him, all he cared about was that she was here with him right now. He didn’t even consider her cursed life, he didn’t even think about it, partly because his cursed life hadn’t been all that different than his life in the Enchanted Forest, and well, he had his memories for a good amount of time already, since Emma Swan came to town, and he learned of her name. He had no idea the sort of life Belle had been given.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 28, 2016 9:53:23 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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She let him hug her, her arms glued to her sides. She knew he needed to know she was real. She knew he needed that. But when he pulled away and said the things she wished every day she had lived in that damned dark castle of his after she realized she loved him to hear, how easily it came from him, she stepped back.
The look on her face, she couldn't describe it, but it was changed to a soft, sad smile, as she looked at his face. Even doing that was painful He looked so human. She had no idea there was magic coursing through his veins again, she didn't really care. He had been freed, even if maybe for a moment. He looked healthy - well, healthier than someone who had gold-greenish skin could look. The listed all the things that made her feel relieved that she had stopped and turned around, and said the thing that she needed to say.
"But I can't."
Her voice trembled.
"I can't love you. I... I'm engaged. My life changed."
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 28, 2016 18:36:19 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
It took just a moment for Rumple to comprehend those words. He took a step back, feeling a physical pain in his heart while his mind tried to find loopholes. This was the price he had to pay to find Baelfire. This was the price he paid for that curse. He didn’t know, he didn’t see, he never even thought of this outcome. He wanted them both. He wanted the three of them. He just wanted to be happy and have a family together. He wanted to correct his mistakes but it seemed… no, he wouldn’t accept it. He wanted it all. His son would probably not even want to see him, and he knew it. After he said what he wanted to say, his son… his Baelfire probably wouldn’t like him, all those years alone, not knowing he was trying his best to correct his mistake. Here he was in Storybrooke so close, but afterwards, what would he do? Even if Baelfire accepted his apology and they came back to Storybrooke, and tried to make amends, Rumple… wanted Belle to be with him. He wanted to love her. He wanted to be with her because he knew he would make mistakes and she would be there to help him.
“Belle.” His face had twisted into a pained look, and while he was tearing up before due to happiness, he was starting to tear up due to the pain of such a turn of events. “It’s not… It’s not real here, darling. It’s just a curse. I walked by the puppet maker for twenty-eight years making the same repairs on his shop’s sign, no real time passed. What you remember… it’s not… it’s not real. You don’t even know if this… man had someone else before, before this curse. And even if he didn’t… does he still love you after… remembering who he truly was before?” Rumple stopped for a moment. He didn’t know how else he could try to convince her that this marriage, this curse, couldn’t… couldn’t happen. “I thought you were dead.” He reached out, his fingers curled, though he didn’t touch her, merely the backs of his fingers hovered over her cheek. “Beautiful Belle, I… I don’t want to lose you again.”
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Post by Belle French on Feb 28, 2016 22:21:28 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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She stayed silent, chewing on her bottom lip. She had come to all these conclusions before. Which she assumed would bring her resolve, but it didn't. It didn't matter if this whole thing was wrong. The problem was, the curse didn't give her a fake life, she built it, a separate person, so much the same as she was, yet so different. The sad expression on her face deepened.
"I ... I wish I could agree with you. It would make this so much simpler. But when the curse took me away, I was in Regina's dungeon, and then I wasn't. I wasn't Belle anymore. I was still in a cold dark room, locked up; but while everyone else here - even you, received a fake life. I didn't. I had been wiped clean and left with only a name. I built that life. My love for my fiance, is in fact, real. As real as the love I had for you."
She stepped back, out of his reach. "Please don't make this harder than it is, Rumple."
She was in utter turmoil. She needed to talk to Granny. She needed to talk to Will. Knowing her luck. She had no idea of what she was going to do.
Maybe this was why she had been released from the Asylum with just a name. This was her price She had built a life, so when the curse was broken, she wouldn't be able to go back to her previous one. She wouldn't be able to just simply return to him. She looked at him as he stood before her, her heart twisting. She had managed to ignore his quip about her fiance. The pain in his face was killing her, just as the double life inside her head.
What was she going to do?
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 29, 2016 0:07:39 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Could she hear that? The crunching sound of his heart breaking, feeling as though his heart was shattered into a million different pieces. He could finally admit his feelings, he could finally love her in this world, be the person she could always see inside him, and yet, it was all too late. He dropped his hand though he didn’t let her out of his sight. He didn’t want to let her go, but she was pushing him away.
“Belle, please,” Rumple said, trying hard to cut the desperation out of his voice though failing in the attempt, “Please. My love, for you is… is true. I know our time together wasn’t the best, but… but I can be that man you always saw in me. Belle, I love you, and I won’t stop fighting for you.” This was his fault. All his fault. For making Regina cast this curse and…
Regina.
It was all her fault. It was all her fault that this was happening. His look grew darker and his eyes went slightly out of focus as began to think these thoughts. Regina had lied to him about her being dead, even locked her up until the curse. That was… not fine, but he could live with that even if he would want to make her suffer. But not giving her memories, then releasing her so she could live this fake life. To live this cursed life and make it feel so real, that the memories were actually real and not just given to her as his memories had been given to him. It felt like it was shortly ago he was locked up in Cinderella’s cell, thinking she was dead, and a little bit longer than that when he got the news of Belle’s ‘death’. It didn’t feel like twenty-eight years had passed for him, just the time after Emma had arrived until now.
Anyways, back on the topic of Regina. It was all her fault. All of this. She had screwed him over and he didn’t even see it coming. She had messed with him, messed with his love, given her this other life where… where she… No. It couldn’t be real. His grip on his cane tightened and he looked to the side for a moment with a simmering anger underneath. He couldn’t let Belle see, but it was hard to hide it. He was no longer the eccentric man who could just jump around and giggle and pretend it was all okay anymore. He had to hide it under a visage of a… at least more normal sort of man. Regina was the reason Belle referred to her love for him in the past tense. Regina did all of it. It wasn’t his fault. It was her fault.
“I’m going to kill her,” Rumple said quietly, just a little more than a whisper, a dangerous edge to his voice.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 29, 2016 2:19:45 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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She faltered again, unable to walk away from him. Why was this so hard?
Maybe it was her past causing her to be unable to walk away from him here. Because she had loved him so much. She remembered the way she felt when she saw him every day. It would have happened eventually, falling in love with him; she had spent every day with him. But he had done little things to ignite the feeling.
She was still rather quite perturbed that it took a curse, and not her love, to get him here. That he had to hurt other people in the process, other than to just trust her. But his curse was still broken - well, as far as she knew. He may still have the Dark One rolling about in his head still, but no mind. The curse had weakened it, and that was enough. But again, she just wished he had just trusted her. She sighed softly.
"I.... I want to thank you, though. Even through the curse, you managed to care for me. Letting me stay in the apartment above the library. I've.... manage to clean and repair the inside, with my fiance's help."
She noticed, as she spoke, that that was probably the most Belle thing she had done in her cursed life. Other than the breaking into it part. She had left the outside boarded up, but the library, over the last 28 years, had been cleaned, reorganized, and she had read nearly ever book inside of it. She was never stuck in a loop, like the rest of the town (she noticed that too), she also noticed that Mr. Gold hadn't been caught in that part of the curse either. She had greeted their Madam Mayor every morning, in different places. She had met Henry too. Everywhere else, though, was inside that loop.
She, however, knew, she did not want to push Rumple out of her life. Did not want to forget him. They had spent so long together... and he had a point. While her 'cursed' life had been true, there was still the problem of Will. She had left her house this morning just she normally would. But otherwise, she hadn't heard from Will since her life changed - again. She fished her cell phone from the pocket of her blazer. No missed calls. Nothing. She chewed the bottom of her lip.
"I'll make you a deal."
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 29, 2016 2:50:17 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
It was true, that even before he had been broken free of the curse when Emma arrived and told him her name, he did little things, the key to the library, the letters, and the whole ‘not getting whoever was living in the library arrested’ thing. At the time, he didn’t think anything of it, as he didn’t remember Belle for a long time, for a big chunk of the time they were cursed. While he wasn’t quite caught up in the time loop, he did spend most of that time doing the same sorts of things unless stimulus from something like Regina, Henry, or the curious Library Dweller snapped him from the loop. Which happened quite often. Yet still, those days of being cursed felt like a dream almost, and his life as Rumplestiltskin in the Enchanted Forest had taken over almost completely due to the sheer power of that personality and weight of the history he had in that world. Yet as simply the man, Mr. Gold, he still helped her without knowing anything. If that wasn’t a sign of his true love, he wasn’t sure what else could be.
He could still feel that itch of the darkness inside of him, the darkness invading his heart, the darkness that had cursed him for years. Yet it was weaker and as long as he didn’t allow it to grow and fester inside of him, it would stay this way, just a little voice in the back of his head. However, the fact that Belle had a whole life here, a life she insisted was real, and that life wasn’t with him, it didn’t help keep the darkness at bay. It wasn’t helping him control those urges, the want to do bad and to hurt others to get what he wanted. It would be easy to find the fiancé, kill him, and force Belle to stay with him at his house, much like she had to in the Enchanted Forest. Yet, he didn’t want their relationship to be like that, and he knew she would never forgive him if he did. He wanted her to like him, to love him.
“A deal?” That was something he rather not do, seeing how his deals usually ended badly on one end, and he rather neither end, end up badly. He has seen her take out her phone, and he knew that she was seeing if her fiancé had contacted her. From the way she looked, it seemed he hadn’t. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. Maybe the fiancé had someone he loved back in the forest and didn’t want to be with her anymore. And then he could be there for Belle to help her through the heartbreak. While unfortunate her heart would have to break, at least… at least, they could be together and he could make her happy from then on. “Belle, I don’t know if you really want to make a deal with me. I’d keep you to your word, no matter what; no one breaks deals with me.” | |
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Post by Belle French on Feb 29, 2016 3:03:50 GMT
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"And yet, would you allow me to walk away, right now? Allow me to live this life I built, granted around a lie? There is no ogre war here, Rumple, but our last deal still stands."
Upon saying that, she shuddered, like a magic washed over her. She suddenly felt warm and protected. Odd. "Anyways, I think you'll find this deal rather harmless, and it's payment for allowing me to use the library apartment all these years."
Yes, that's exactly what it was. She was repaying him. That was harmless. She was allowed to have friends. Even if the first friend she was reacquainted with just happened to be the one who took her from her family and friends in the first place. Just as long as Gaston didn't appear, they should be fine, though. She took in a shuddering breath, still wondering why Will hadn't contacted her yet. Maybe he was trying to resolve whatever was in his own head, or maybe he hadn't even been affected because his life hadn't been cursed either. They were two people, that lived outside of the Madam Mayors plans (even though her being outside of it, was her plan). That would make this even more messy and complicated.
"We can meet for lunches, every so often, if I agree. Is that acceptable? Regardless of whatever happened, I... I still want to be your friend."
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 29, 2016 4:35:05 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Gold frowned when Belle brought up the whole previous deal thing. He didn’t want to force her to be with him… well not anymore. He wanted to be her choice. But it was obvious, he would never be anyone’s choice. No one would willingly go with him, no one would willingly be with him, even if they claimed to love him. It had been that way with Cora. She claimed to love him, ripped out her own heart even, and then left him. She left him, just like everyone else did. And the one person who wanted to stay with him, he had abandoned.
“I can force you, if I wish, but I… don’t wish to force you to be with me, Belle,” Rumple said carefully in response to her bringing up their deal. Regardless, he would protect her family and friends, and her from harm (well technically Moe got beat up by someone but he wasn’t dead) because of his feelings for her and he wanted her to think of him as a not cruel man. “As far as we’re concerned, our contract hasn’t been broken, yet.”
However, he considered the offer for a moment. Perhaps he could take these lunches and make her fall in love with him again, make it so she couldn’t not choose him. If he could even manage that. How could he make himself seem more desirable than whoever this fiancé was? He was nothing, he was a monster in man’s clothing, he was a beast pretending to be a person. Why would anyone choose to stay with him when they could leave? The only reason she stayed before was because he forced her to stay with him or her family would die.
“So, this deal is… we have lunch together?” Gold asked for clarification, “Nothing else? What’s the catch?” Years of deal making, crafting deals, and all of them had a catch. All deals had two sides. She couldn’t just want to spend time with him, because she knew he would be trying to win her over, lunches were essentially dates… would her fiancé be alright with this setup? Then again, she was always her own woman and would make whatever deal she wanted no matter what her fiancé thought. It was like with Gaston when they first made their first deal. | |
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Post by Belle French on Feb 29, 2016 6:50:46 GMT
tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
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"I'm not asking that," she said immediately. "But I'm also a woman of my word too. I said forever, I mean forever. However, at the moment, the terms have changed. Since you no longer have a castle to be cleaned. But like I said, I want to be your friend."
She gave him a gentle smile. "And friends do things together, like, having lunch."
She was quite sure how Will would take it. She hadn't ever seen a possessive or jealous nature in him, granted she didn't talk to many people anyway. But there was no way he would ever jump to the conclusion that she would be having dates with Mr. Gold because of a previous romantic interest, right? She honestly just needed time.
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Post by Adam Gold on Feb 29, 2016 7:43:49 GMT
[googlefont="Kaushan Script"] Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone its gone forever.
Yes, well he might not have a castle, but he did have a house. The exact words were his ‘rather large estate’, however he rather not argue over that right now. After all, he rather not have to invoke that deal just to keep her with him. This arrangement might not be exactly what he wished he could have, but it was at least something. She wasn’t shutting him completely out and he would just have to show her that he was the one she loved, and not this fiancé. It was a start. And right now, he really did have other things to worry about, specifically finding his son. But he couldn’t just leave things as they were and find his son and come back and her be completely lost to this other man.
“No,” Gold began slowly as he gripped his cane tightly taking a step towards her, seeing as not long ago she took a step away from him. He flashed a sad sort of smile and a silent chuckle. He shook his head and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, a sight he would never get tired of, and spoke once more, finishing his thought. “I won’t take the deal. I will, however, be your friend and if you would like to have lunch together, I’ll… be happy to be with you.” He needed to show her the man she fell in love with, the good man that she wanted him to be in order to win this fight, though he wouldn’t roll over and let this other man take her from him. He knew he would meet back with his son eventually, and right now Belle was a more urgent matter, though he would not give up on his son, ever. In the end, if he had to pick between the two, he would have to pick his son. Because he had fought for centuries more for him. And hopefully he wouldn’t ever have to make that decision.
“If you would like, we could have a lunch, today, at Granny’s,” Rumple suggested, though he wasn’t sure if it was too soon, “We could catch up, talk about… everything. I… hear Granny’s has the best hamburgers.”
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