Tea Cups and Hearts: Chapter FifteenMore Like This
Once Upon a Time: Tea Cups and Hearts
Chapter Fifteen: A Bargain
Jefferson never received visitors at his mansion-like home. But even if he had, the man never would have guessed that Mr. Gold would come knocking on his door.
And as he watched the older man gracefully sit down in one of his red chairs in his vast living room, the Hatter couldn't help the grin that crept to his lips. Though the two men had been at odds many times over the years, Jefferson had to admit that he had missed the Dark One's company and deal-making antics.
Jefferson took the seat opposite of Gold and reached out for the tea he had been drinking before he had answered the door.
"So, what item do you have that I want, Rumpelstiltskin?"
Gold smiled and shook his head with a chuckle. "I really have missed you, Jefferson. I forgot how much of a pleasure you are to work with. Always right to the point with no formalities and no beating around the bush."
"I do my best," Jefferson replied, returning the smile as
Madness III. ,:OuaT:Jefferson set his newest hat down on the bench and looked it over critically. The first twenty hats that he had made had all been top hats, like his old one. The first fifteen had used the same dark purple ribbon, but he had run out. The other five had been a variety of colors. None of them had worked. Abandoning top hats, he had tried making some bowler hats. Now twelve discarded derbies sat on the shelves with the top hats.More Like This
Maybe, he reasoned, he was going about this the wrong way. He only needed it to work once. He only needed to open one portal. One portal to take him home. To take him back to his daughter. His Grace.
Thinking of her, he had started making smaller hats. A delicate cloche of lavender. Another one in pink. A third in blue. A straw hat trimmed with a black ribbon. All things his daughter would like.
At first, it had taken him a full day to make each hat. Slowly, he had improved on his time.
He slept when it was too dark to see. T
You Know Where to Find Me OUAT FFHenry Mills sat in the middle of the park, wondering about his plan.More Like This
Would it work?
Will she believe him?
The roar of an engine interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey Henry." A red haired woman stopped before him. He gave her a smile as she held out a letter. Confused, he took the envelope.
"Why would I get a letter?" He asked the woman, who sheepishly withdrew with a quick, 'I've got to go.' Still dumbfounded, he opened the letter and found there was no signature except for a horse shoe. He then knew it was from Cecilia. She was always so shy and wouldn't talk to Henry in public because she didn't want to have to deal with his mom (who would magically pop up every time Cecilia tried to talk to him.)
Reading the note quickly, he packed up his things so he could put his plan in motion. He paused for a moment, looking from his book to the woman down the street, handing a letter to August Booth. She gave him a slight nod before getting back on her motorcycle and driving off. Henry was pret
A Mad Love and a Tea Cup Trail (a story)More Like This
Would you like a cup of tea? Here is the cup. And here's another. Maybe this one will have tea in it. Oh. Or the third will. I am sure the fourth will. Maybe when there's enough cups, the tea will come. Maybe you will come. Maybe
She gently puts one saucer on the ground, one teacup on top of it, lightly clinking its protest. Its neighbor is not far away. And the next one will be sure to come. Never alone.
You will never be alone.
A sigh, and her bare feet take her further away.
A hum, and her bare hands put another pair down on the ground.
A pirouette, and her back is as straight as ever.
He will come.
Fingers lightly around the solid tree trunk, grasping for reality. She silently continues on her path, with appropriate tea cup breaks. The china is delicate in her hands.
You need to be careful.
She cuts through the darkness, one cup at a time. A smile tugging at her lips and her step as strong as ever.
He will come.
Would you like some te
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We fall into the earth
A piece of this world
Helping the flowers grow
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disordersMore Like This
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat like a