Featured: Desperate Souls
CCSW 4The evening had continued as such. Belle curled up in his lap against him, while he told her of trips he had taken and deals he had made. She listened in rapt astonishment as his words flowed, taking her on the adventures she had always longed for, and given up. Rumplestiltskin heard her breathing become more even and soft as she started to drift off in to dreams. He hoped they would be happy and appealing for her. His words continued to flow in stories until he knew she was truly gone. Then, taking her up into his arms he started for her rooms, feeling a smile tug at his lips as she snuggled herself into his chest. By the Gods she was going to break him into a thousand pieces.
Knowing that he could wave a hand and have her tucked into bed in a flash, he carried her slight form up each of the castle’s many steps. It didn’t matter that it would be quicker to do as such, it would have taken her from him quicker. He would not allow a single moment to pass away from her that he
Duckling to Swan: Flamboyant Grasshopper
Duckling to Swan
Part Four: Flamboyant Grasshopper
It was nearly midnight, and the castle of Snow White and Prince Charming was shrouded in a veil peaceful darkness- save for the single light that shone from the windows of the infamous West Wing. Some might have thought this was foreboding and strange- seeing as the West Wing was the Dark One's designated chambers. But those who lived in the castle were well since accustomed to such occurrences and never gave it as much as a second thought. Even the good King and Queen- Snow and Charming- weren't worried.
The nightly lessons between Princess and Dark One had been going on so long, that there was no concern. . . Though perhaps on this particular night there should have been.
From the depths of the tower a female voice cried out in both anger and contempt, which was followed by a bright silver explosion in the room. Then, a loud popping nois
Duckling to Swan: Remembrance and a Rose
Duckling to Swan
Part Two: Remembrance and a Rose
It was almost midnight, and the Dark One couldn't sleep- though he most certainly had tried. He had done everything to relax- save for downing a sleeping potion- and yet peace of mind evaded him at every turn. Rumpelstiltskin had long since shed his usual dragon-skin leather and had opted for merely his shirt and breeches. But despite his state of undress, wakefulness and consternation still oozed from the imp like blood gushing from a newly inflicted wound.
The mystical being paced the length of the West Wing, silently counting the seconds as the minutes turned into hours, and the hours turned into what felt like a lifetime. Rumpelstiltskin had been pacing all night and found now after hours of doing so, that he couldn't bring his feet to stop.
The Dark One's eyes flickered for the thousandth time to the corner where his work table resided, and he took in a
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