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dear_mun2013-11-15 08:45 pm
kingdom_come) wrote in dear_mun2013-11-15 08:45 pm
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shyly voice-testing b/c late to canon.
Not so sure of ourselves, are we, Dearie?
Never you mind - there's no pressure. There are only a hundred other people considerably more suited to the task than you.
mun: -_-'
[ Because apparently this is supposed to encourage me via stroking the competitive nature I do not possess...
So all it does is make me want to go stick my head in a hole. Alas, mun can no longer repress the muse. ]
You may not approve my methods, but alas - here we are! That counts for something, does it not?
Never you mind - there's no pressure. There are only a hundred other people considerably more suited to the task than you.
mun: -_-'
[ Because apparently this is supposed to encourage me via stroking the competitive nature I do not possess...
So all it does is make me want to go stick my head in a hole. Alas, mun can no longer repress the muse. ]
You may not approve my methods, but alas - here we are! That counts for something, does it not?
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I'm sure they'll be just fine. And yes, here you are.
[And here she is... and she's missed him since he's been away so first thing's first going to throw her arms around his neck because hugs are needed.]
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Rumple smiles and embraces her back.]
I had hoped to find you here, my dear. It would seem we may have a lot of time to spend together soon, in the place you currently call home.
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It's been... an adjustment. There's magic there but nothing to say we can use it to find a way back.
[She has never used magic herself and there's certainly none of the kind that they have back home, but he would most assuredly be fine adapting to that change himself. He was brilliant and resourceful and she felt more at ease knowing they would be together.]
They make people do things they don't want to, Rumple.
[Going to do her best to avoid mentioning any Hook related activities. It really hadn't been her fault or his.]
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Let's avoid telling him about Hook related activities or Rumple will regress substantially.
Threatening people will mean he's in a light-hearted mood. No one wants that.]
Life makes people do things they don't want to do. This is just another realm in an infinity of them. No reason to expect this to be any different. I will adapt, as I always have.
[Don't mind him giving you that look full of mushy, curse-breaking feels. A moment he will naturally ruin with words.] And if anyone there hurts you, I will make them suffer as they never have before.
Okay one more tag fff- THEN BED /sob
Rumple... I'm fine. I'll be even more than fine if we're together.
[She felt stronger with him there, more self assured. Amazingly the words don't ruin her own emotions that are plastered all over her face. Love, complete devotion to him and pride that hes made some strides to be better, to live up to the good that she knows is in him. Pulling back from the hug a bit, she touches his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.]
Please don't make any plans to hurt anyone? I promise I'm alright.
[She just needed the love of her life there with her to solidify that.]
allow me to ramble while you sleep.
All for you.
Also because changing for you means becoming the man he should have been, and increasing the likelihood of his son forgiving him when he eventually finds him.
Oh, and about Neal? He doesn't know yet.
Maybe he will by the time I am done apping if I finish season two. ]I can promise that I won't plan to hurt anyone. No more, no less. I find it easier with you around.
[ The flicker of a smile. Anything is possible when you have an outrageously beautiful young woman who not only encourages and believes in you, but for some incomprehensible reason, loves you as well.
Maybe his emotions weren't comfortably able to grasp the concept that loving something meant not defending or protecting it with dark means, because this only results in losing what you love - but he logically understood it.
Part of the reason Belle inspired him was that he felt safe with her. While he knew he did not have unlimited chances should he continuously upset her with wrong decisions, he knew that she was completely aware what she had gotten herself into, and that she would always be willing to hear him out, where others did not even bother to consider empathy.
He had lost so much in his life, and he was starting to realize that while magic was a necessary part of his story, it was only that - a single part. If anything, it had only contributed more to his loses. But he had to believe there was reason to it.
The changes that were happening not just to him, but the other inhabitants of Storybrooke was teaching him that. But it wasn't until a miracle brought Belle back to him that he realized it.
Change was possible, and he could be loved. And if those two things were possible, anything was. What remained to be seen, and still worried him, was the extent to which his ability to change, and her's to love him, would be permanent. Was this just another phase, like the security he derived from the power of finding magic?
However things changed, he could only ever hope that those changes would get him closer to what he wanted most. The forgiveness of his son, and the feeling that he deserved the way the woman in his embrace looked at him.
In a rare moment of externalized confidence, he took the initiative to kiss her again. ]
You're a sort of magic of your own, you know. Even in worlds where there is none.
[
/dies
It's a start at least. [She laughs a little, lighthearted and happy. His kiss does a good job of making her worry less about some other poor soul and feel as if she's practically floating on cloud nine.]
Oh, I'm not as powerful as all that... I just try and stay true.
[And part of that is because she almost never waivers in her love for him. He keeps her grounded.]
;_; sorry.
The Queen of Hearts would insist that love is weakness. He didn't believe that, but he had believed that magic was power, and his magic, dark magic, was more powerful than anything.
From both Belle and Emma he was starting to think it was possible that white magic might be able to steal the title away.
Somewhat absently brushing a strand of hair from Belle's forehead and tucking it behind her ear, he gave her a thoughtful expression. ]
You are more powerful than you could ever know.
[ He was always glad no one else saw him in soft-spoken moments like these. He could defend his reputation, that wasn't the issue. It was more that his sincerity and vulnerability embarrassed him. ]
no sorries :3 shipping does a writer good
In someways... maybe. I think being together is what gives us both strength.
[It was their love that saw her through doubts, even when she doubted him.]
pulls you in
It's Rumplestiltskin. Number 2 on his list of people he disliked most. Number 1 was reserved for a certain boy who never grew up, but number 2 was a very respectable spot. Not to mention that he'd rather keep certain details of this past week as far away from him as possible. ]
It's you. I knew it smelled a bit like crocodile in here.
[ This is what happens when Emma or the Charmings aren't around to serve as an uneasy buffer between them. He can't be bothered for anything like a pleasant greeting. ]
(( did my best to hold back spoilers :) ))
/splashes and flails
Rumple's expression is very much a mix of 'I don't have time for this right now,' 'come here so I can bite your head off' and 'really, universe, I am trying to be a better man - throw me a bone, would ya?'
He smirks very much as a crocodile would, if they could, that is. Looks a bit painful, really.
He clasps his hands over his cane and stiffens. ] You know, I'm starting to think you really do have a death wish.
[ He briefly motions his cane like a gameshow assistant might. ] Back for more?