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.
"She had no magic, you ignorant imp. Murdering herwasn’t ever going to bring your son back; was that too hard for you to grasp at that moment?”
"Did you really believe that she would just sit tight and allow you to imprison her? She would have found a way."
"It is a good thing you don’t ask them, because its damn painful. At least they don’t have to turn back halfway that hurt even worse cause my body was fighting the magic." He grumbled, and sat.
Rumple considered his options, looking at Lelouch as he did so. ”Perhaps we will still discover magic that will work. There are potions that may be effective.”
I haven’t logged in or replied to anything in a while, sorry about that. I’m not going to abandon this blog, I’ve just been busy.
This weekend is Connecticon, so I won’t be online, and then I’m going to Gettysburg but I’ll try to get on and catch up here after I get back.
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"Why, your marriage of course! How is the little Bookworm; is she happy? Is she enjoying being hitched to the man who lied to her about Zelena’s death?”
“Oh…did I forget to tell you that you’d been found out?”
"I did everyone a favor. Zelena was too dangerous to be left alive."
Lelouch grimaced as he started changing into a rat, then half way there got stuck as his body tried to resist the magic that Rumple was enforcing. He gritted his teeth against the pain as his body forcefully and painfully righted itself. “Well all that one is sure to do is piss my father off, or anyone really.” He glared at Rumple with the last comment.
"Under normal circumstances, that would not be a problem. I don’t ask those that I turn into rats or snails how they feel about it. The point is to punish them." Rumple had been hopeful when Lelouch had started to change into a rat that the spell would work. But it seemed that he would have to keep experimenting.
"What, am I not allowed to offer you such a greeting the day after an exchange of vows? Must I always have a business schedule when I approach you? I’m rather hurt, imp."
"You generally do."
"What reason do you have for congratulating me?"
She hadn’t actually spoken directly to Regina about the issue. Actually, Belle tried to avoid the former mayor altogether. It wasn’t that she was afraid of her anymore, there were too many people to take her side if the woman tried to harm her. It was simply they had nothing in common, and Belle felt that 30 plus years as the woman’s prisoner should mean she’d never have to cow tow to her again. All of the information she had about the witch, had come from snippets of overheard conversations and second hand sources.
"They say she’s Regina’s sister, but Regina doesn’t know her. Her skin is green… they’re calling her the Wicked Witch… like in the book… but Regina says her name is Zelina…. Cora didn’t have very imaginative naming abilities did she? "
Yes, the description was what Rumple had been expecting. Who else would have decided to move into Regina’s castle? But now his suspicions about who it was were confirmed. It would have been better news for everyone if it was not Zelena, but someone who would be more easily dealt with. Still, Rumple believed he could handle her, even if Regina couldn’t. Or he could if the strap that was still around his wrist was removed. ”They’ll need to be careful if they decide to face her,” he said. ”Zelena is powerful.”