My name is Rumplestiltskin. Otherwise known as the Dark One. Or perhaps you know me as Mr. Gold.
Would you like to make a deal?
Just remember: All magic comes with a price.
I’m going to bed. Sorry for my very brief appearances this week. It’s finals week for me, so I’ve been pretty busy.
belle-and-her-books, daughter-of-the-dark-one - unexpected reunion.
If I’m missing anyone, please let me know.
"He gave me his phone number," Christopher chirped happily. "Can I call him now to tell him? Maybe he can come tomorrow?" He was dancing from foot to foot in happy anticipation. Besides the book, Christopher had so many cool things in his room he wanted to show Henry.
"Go invite him," Rumple said, smiling faintly at Christopher’s enthusiasm. He’d finish making dinner for the two of them while his son did that. It was almost ready, and so it should be finished around the time Christopher was done talking to Henry.
I’m going to bed.
If I’m missing anyone, please let me know.
The smile on his face made her giggle. She kept her hands on top of his. This child didn’t kick very often. While with Regina, the baby kicked only twice: once when Belle discovered a way to escape and at the time where she realized she was free. Since then, the baby kicked at times for a brief moment when she found clues that lead her closer to Rumple. Belle knew this baby was going through this adventure. Her excitement fed to the baby as much as any food that entered her body.
She reflected on her time in Regina’s prison. Did Regina ever know she was pregnant? After all, she rarely visited and only in the first month or so of her time there. The guards saw her until her escape. It was possible they told her, but it was also possible they did not. In fact, they barely looked her way when she was there. They may have noticed her stomach grow, but may have only noticed it as her gaining weight. Either way, most of her pregnancy she spent looking for Rumple.
Belle nodded in agreement. “Let’s go home, Rumple.”
Home. Back to the Dark Castle. He had not planned on returning there, at least not for a long time, until after the curse was broken and he’d been reunited with his son, if they ever made it back after the curse at all. But at the moment, there was no place he would rather go to.
"Yes," he said, "Home." As he spoke, purple smoke surrounded them. Rumple was not sure if Belle wanted to travel by magic, or if she had had some other plan for returning home, but this was the quickest and most effective way to travel. And so he transported them both back to the Dark Castle.
They arrived in the main room, the one with the long table and the spinning wheel, the chipped cup on display where once another item had sat. There was no other object more valuable to him then that cup, especially after he’d believed that Belle was dead. Rumple had placed it on display as a reminder, a reminder of what he’d lost that night he’d thrown Belle out of the castle. It had been a painful reminder, since he’d thought his actions had led to her death. But now they were both back in this room, together, and they were going to have a baby. They had another chance to be happy, together.
"As you wish" She muttered swallowing hard while remaining in her chair her eyes running over the shards upon the table and drops of liquid upon the floor. She couldnt tell if he was angry but who wouldnt be she had shattered a tea pot which cost heaven knows how much. She was a servant girl and now she had shown a little of the power she had and she hated it.
Folding her hands she still didnt dare look at him for fear of a hand coming across her face. He was the dark one however he didnt have to hit her he could turn her into something or kill her with a wave of the hand if he wanted. “I am sorry sir it wont happen again its a little quirk I have thats all a freakish trait I wont ever do it again”
"I don’t care about the tea pot." Why would he care about something that he could fix in a second? Johanna seemed to think that he would be mad at her for it. For a moment, he was reminded of Belle, and how she had dropped the tea cup and chipped it, not far from the spot they were currently in. She had thought that he would be angry too, but it had only been a cup.
His eyes moved for a moment to where the chipped cup sat on display, before he turned his attention back to the girl. He didn’t want to think of Belle, and how she was gone forever, dead because he’d thrown her out of his castle. “You’re quite powerful. Are you aware of that?”
Standing there she kept her eyes to the floor as he walked over and seated himself. But listening she heard him ask her to sit and nodding she did as she was told and carefully sat down in the chair to his side. Her hands remand folded within her lap and eyes never adverted from the wood table, her place now was that of a serving girl and nothing more.
But somehow sitting there it made it even more evident her situation, she was property.That very thought made her blood boil and her mind again turned back to them, the ones who sold her and in her mind she raced through her entire life up until now of being the horrid freak child and being beaten for being different. Her eyes flared with anger and looking up for the briefest moment her eyes landed upon the pot of tea as it shattered and the hot liquid ran unto the floor from the table.
Dumbfounded she didnt move or stand to clean it up but her mouth hung open slightly in terror. She didnt dare look at him or anything other then the shards upon the table. “I..I am so sorry sir..Ill clean it up at once”
Rumple smirked in amusement. He cared nothing for the tea pot that Johanna had managed to shattered. It was only a tea pot, and if he wanted to, he could fix it with just a wave of his hand. The shattering of the tea pot was actually the perfect demonstration of the girls abilities. Yes, she could be powerful if she worked hard and set her mind to it.
"Not just yet, dearie," Rumple said. He did not want her to worry about picking up the pieces of the tea pot or wiping up the tea that had been inside of it. At least not right that second. "Remain in your chair."
It was time to talk about her abilities and tell her of his plans to train her.
Christopher had never had a friend over and it excited him that perhaps together he and Henry could convince his father of the truth. Once again he slid from the stool at the counter and padded across the kitchen floor. Pulling his father into a hug around his waist the boy gave a muffled, “Thank you Daddy,” into his father’s hip. He didn’t think that Henry’s mother would actually let him come, but when he’d said so to Henry the boy had told him not to worry and that she’d never know he was gone. That made Christopher sad to think that the boy was ignored so much that is mommy wouldn’t even know he wasn’t home when he was supposed to be.
When Christopher came over to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, Rumple hugged him back. Having Henry over for dinner was not something he would be excited about, but he had no problem with the boy and did appreciate the effort it appeared he was going to put in getting Emma to break the curse. And having Henry over would also make Tristan happy. “You’re welcome, Christopher.”