Liminality

notawallet:

spacecadet72:

draftyinhere:

notawallet:

Rating: PG

Characters/Ships: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle

Summary: Mr. Gold gives Belle piano lessons.

The sound of a ticking clock started to drum in Mr. Gold’s ears as he sat silently at the corner desk of his mansion, filling in the…

Gold grinned at the memory of music floating in the air of his castle. He missed stroking his claws along the handcrafted keys of the instrument. Maybe one day he would play another note, let it chime through his house and fade away, much like he wished his memory would: they say ignorance is bliss and he believed it.

As Gold leaned on his cane reflecting on his past musical endeavors, he heard a disturbance coming from the front doorstep. 

KNOCK. 

(Go, Midnightswaltz!)

Gold growled quietly, entertaining the idea to answer his door gun in hand. It would give the person disturbing him cause to never bother the infamous Mr. Gold again, as if most people in town didn’t need another. But with his luck, it would either be Regina, who would simply smirk at his temper, or Sheriff Swan, who would just arrest him. He had enough of that cell the last time, so he hobbled to the door, gun safely stowed in the drawer nearby, then stopped dead in the entryway.

The woman he saw through the stained glass was too small to be Regina & too brunette to be Storybrooke’s current Sheriff. What in seven levels of hell was she doing on his doorstep?

(Bottled, I think it’s your turn)

Gold put on his business face and opened the door, dreading the next few minutes. Oh, they would be wonderful, because she was there, but they would be torturous for the very same reason. He wondered if this was his penitence for all he had done. Despite all of his anxiety, however, he could not have expected the way his heart seemed to drop through his stomach when he saw the love of his life standing before him, a bouquet of roses in her arms. Her face lit up in a cheerful smile as she set those exquisite blue eyes on his crippled frame.

Take it from here, drafty!

(Source: youreallbowlsofsoup)

notawallet:

Rating: PG

Characters/Ships: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle

Summary: Mr. Gold gives Belle piano lessons.

The sound of a ticking clock started to drum in Mr. Gold’s ears as he sat silently at the corner desk of his mansion, filling in the various tax forms and bank…

He tried to put it out of his mind. In fact, he tried to forget her entirely. Some days, it worked. He was able to pretend he had never known her at all. But there were other days when he looked around his fine house, full from attic to basement with things he had collected over the years, and all he could see was the dust that had accumulated in that time. For there was no cheerful girl here to keep this house - and his heart - from growing dark and silent.

You’re up, drafty!