Indie RP blog for Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold. Multiverse.
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"Hmm, are you going to be hanging these up around the house, love?" Gods, he hoped so.
"Over every. Inch." She smirked and kissed him again, lovingly.
"Oh, I could get used to this, love. Does mistletoe work all year ‘round?"
"It can if you’d like for it to."
"I believe you know the answer to that," he smirked.
He’d thought her dead. It was no wonder he hadn’t come for her sooner. And to think she had thought he’d abandoned her. Even if only for a moment. “That vile, wretched—” she stopped, unable to continue.
"I’m so sorry." She whispered. She could only imagine how horrible he must have felt.
He smirked just slightly at her insults toward Regina. “Yes? That vile, wretched what?” he asked, giggling a bit. But the laughter faded at her apology. Oh, why was she sorry. This was his fault. If he hadn’t sent her away, none of it would have happened.
"No, I’m sorry.” It wasn’t often that the Dark One apologized for anything. “If I hadn’t believed her, I could have freed you long ago.”
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Belle only moved enough to peer around and verify his words. They weren’t only home, but on her library. She relaxed, though she still shook quote a bit. And though tears still fell, they were silent and slow. “I was coming back..” She whispered.
She remembered the day of her abduction all too well. “I was going to come back. And then she— she took me.” Belle buried her face in his chest, not wanting to ever move from his arms again.
I was coming back.
His heart clenched painfully in his chest. To think that she had been returning to him after what he’d done…
The imp held her, resisting the overwhelming urge to kiss her. He wanted to, so badly. But he… he couldn’t. He had to think of Baelfire. To kiss her, to break his curse, would mean losing his boy forever.
"I didn’t know. She told me you were dead, Belle…"
"Of course.." She managed out. "Rumple please— please take me home." She whispered. She didn’t want to be in that evil place any more. She wanted to be back at the Dark Castle again.
She wanted her library, the warm kitchen, her chipped cup… She wanted to wake up and make them breakfast, taking it into the main hall where she would see him Spinning and pretending not to notice she’d entered. Most importantly, she wanted to be safe. They had much to talk about, but she didn’t want to talk about any of it there in that dungeon where her only comfort were the marks on the walls.
They vanished in a hazy cloud of smoke.
They reappeared in her library, her favorite place in the castle. And his favorite place. He’d moved his spinning wheel in here some time ago. It made him think of her, and thoughts of Belle, however painful, brought him happiness.
Regina would know what had happened by now, but he knew that she would do nothing about it. Even the Evil Queen wasn’t so foolish as to try and steal her prisoner back.
"Here we are," he murmured, lifting her easily into his arms and bringing her to the little bed. "You’re safe now. She can’t hurt you anymore."
Belle wanted to reach out and touch him, but she was frightened. And it showed in her eyes. Still, she needed to know for certain. In her dreams and visions, of she touched him he would disappear. She was so afraid that he would leave her, but she knew it was best if she did away with this imposter sooner rather than later.
Slowly she reached a hand out. When her fingers met his cheek and he was still there, warm under her touch, a small sob escaped her. “It is you..” She whimpered, wasting no time or thought before wrapping her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. “Oh Rumplestiltskin..” She cried, shaking in both fear and relief.
He held her shaking form close to him, running clawed fingers through her soft hair. “Belle…” he sighed, his voice trembling with emotion as he spoke. “Can you ever forgive me?”
She had every right to hate him. After all, he hated himself. But she didn’t seem angry at all, just relieved. Glad to see him. “If I’d known you were here…”
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That voice— was it another of her wishful dreams? She’d had those often, and especially in the midst of her dazed pain it had always seemed so real. Was he another trick? She sat slowly, arms shaking as they pushed her up. She turned to face him, and tears ran down her cheeks. He looked real..
"Is it— really you?" She asked, barely dating to hope.
It wouldn’t have been the first time she had been fooled by her own naive wishes. But she wasn’t sure she could take much more of that kind of heartbreak. She certainly couldn’t take it and stay strong in her belief of True Love.
Oh, not even the Dark One could keep up his charade around her. “Yes,” he whispered faintly, hurrying toward her and dropping to his knees. “Yes, Belle, it’s me.”
It pained him to realize that she thought he was a hallucination, because it meant that it had happened before. She had dreamed of him, as he had dreamed of her. She had probably believed that he would never come for her.
If only he’d known… “I’ve come to take you away from this place,” he murmured.
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It felt like ages since Belle had seen sunlight. In fact, it had only been about three months, if her count was right. All she had to go by to figure out when a new day dawned was breakfast. A guard would bring her porridge of the most disgusting kind, but it was still a breakfast food. And that was how she counted the days on the wall of her cell.
It wasn’t as cold as the cell she’d had for a short time in Rumplestiltskin’s castle, but at least she’d been without chains then. Without chains and without beatings. She still didn’t know why the Queen had her whipped and beaten. No one ever asked her questions, and no one ever told her why. She’d thought the woman would want to know of Rumplestiltskin’s weaknesses…
Unless she told him, Belle thought. Unless he knows I’m here and he’s not come for me. But he wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t believe he would simply leave her that way. And yet— My power means more to me than you. The words rang through her head as she quietly shed tears on the concrete slab of a bed.
She faced the wall, back still on fire from the latest rounds of whippings and body still sore and bruised. When the cell door opened, she stilled and quieted, forcing the tears to stop.
The imp could hardly bear to look at her, to see the red lashes on her back and know that this was his fault. If only he hadn’t sent her away, if only he’d trusted Belle instead of Regina.
He’d heard talk of Regina keeping a noblewoman prisoner inside her fortress, but he’d not given much thought to it until last night, as he’d sat spinning at his wheel and remembering the way Belle had used to watch him and ask questions as he worked. He’d remembered the pretty way she’d used to smile at him, and the way she’d laughed at his jokes and listened to his stories.
And he’d remembered how she’d kissed him at that very spinning wheel. True Love. And how he’d sent her away out of fear, sent her directly into her father’s grasp. Directly towards her death.
Then he’d thought of the rumor he’d heard and he’d remembered something he’d known for years: Regina always lied.
And now here he was, standing in her cell and wishing that he’d realized sooner. “Dearie…” The word felt odd on his tongue; he didn’t call her that anymore, but Gods, he needed his mask right now. “I’ve come for you.”
"Of course, love," Gold murmured, kissing her forehead. "She’ll be treated like the little princess she is."