[ He has been making strides! Like doing people favors without charging, and not hurting people unless they put your safety at risk like your father, because then they get beaten with a cane. Or trading mostly empty threads with Regina because that was the song of their people.
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.
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.
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