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She thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “Yes. Magic can do pretty much anything, but it’s not quite the same as a drug addiction. He doesn’t get withdraw I don’t think, but he literally doesn’t have control of himself some- times. It’s like...” Belle leaned back, lips pressing together in thought. “His dagger controls him right? Imagine someone hold that dagger all the time, even when he has it locked away. I don’t know exactly what it’s like, but his actions are not always his own I think.” That was the best she could think of in relation. “And it’s been with him for a long time. That power has had time to take root in your father I think.”
Belle’s words caught his attention. “Like…a drug addiction?” He asked. “Can magic do that? Can it be so powerful that without it, you’d actually have physical symptoms of withdrawal?” He was curious. “Still…there are ways. I mean, people can overcome addictions. It’s not easy but it is possible.”
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Belle getting so into this world’s tech she starts delving into inventing, a la Disney’s BatB Maurice.
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My first Belle blog. Fun fact, Belle was actually my first OUAT muse
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“Good evening!”
“Excuse me, but have we met?”
“You look familiar…”
I’m lost, can you please tell me where I am?”
“Mind telling me where I am?”
“Where the hell am I?”
“You look like you need some help.”
“Excuse me, but do you need any help with that?”
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry for bumping into you!”
“What are you suppose to be?”
“Hey, down here!”
“Eyes down here, big fella!”
“Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
“A friend of mine was talking about you, they told me that I should meet you.”
“Hi there!”
“I think I saw you on TV or the news before. Are you famous?”
“Wait up, I want to talk to you!”
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What does your character do when they find mine bound to a medical bed?
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Belle didn’t know the exact details of what had happened between Neal and Rumple, just that Rumple had broken his deal with his son. “I really don’t think he wants to be like that, at least not all the time. He’s under a curse, one that has his soul. It’s very hard to fight.” She wondered if he understood how serious that was. Belle’s interest in curses had spiked during her time at the castle and she had pursued the library extensively for information on them. “You can’t just decide to quit and it happens like that.” Belle snapped her fingers for emphasis. “It’s like... an addiction. In his case, to the Dark One’s power.”
“You make it sound as though it’s out of his control. As if he doesn’t want to be like this. My father loves having power, and he loves being able to do magic.” He said. Rumple would never give it up, not even for him.
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“It’s not that he’s a difficult man to love.” Or rather, that wasn’t just the only reason. She just hadn’t felt for him the way a loved one did. “He is a good man. There is good in him. He’s just... he’s lost his way.” This was something she believed very adamantly. “I won’t say he doesn’t have his bad moments but Neal, this isn’t something he can control all the time. I’ve seen him struggle against his curse. Your father has a lot of good in him. It just needs some coaxing out.” Belle had seen it for herself and she wished she could help him, but when she had learned about Baelfire, and now seeing him, she knew that wasn’t her place.
He nodded. There was truth to what she said, he knew but she still shouldn’t have to even make that choice. If his father had been a decent person he would’ve saved them from the ogres just because it was the right thing to do.
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize for how you feel or…how you don’t feel. He’s…a very difficult man to love. I know know that more than anyone. The thing is…what I need to know…is there still good in him? Because the man who let me go, the man I’ve spent centuries running from…that man was a monster. And if he’s still a monster, I don’t want him in my life or in my son’s.” This wasn’t just about forgiving Rumple, it was about protecting Henry.
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Belle shook her head. “You don’t need to apologize for that. It’s not your fault. And I did it willingly.” She had realized Rumplestiltskin had been lonely, and who wouldn’t be shut up in that house? Demanding a maid had probably been the only way he knew how to get company to stay.
She shook her head again at his question. “No. Well...” and she trailed off. “Briefly. I thought I was, but...” and she shook her head. “I’m sorry.” Somehow she felt she owed him some sort of apology for not being able to love his papa. It wasn’t that she didn’t, but she didn’t in the way you felt love. If she did, then maybe he wouldn’t be on such a dark path.
“Another deal. Don’t know why I’m surprised.” He said, bitterly. “That is Papa’s specialty after all. Everything comes with a price.” Shaking his head, Neal looked at the brunette. “So, he helped you and then he kept you from your family. I’m sorry for that.”
“Grew close, what does that mean? Were you involved?” He asked. He wasn’t trying to pry and he knew that their personal life was their own but he needed to know just how close this woman had been to his father. “What happened? I mean, you’re not…are you two…?”
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Belle took the chair next to him, pressing her knees close together and listening to him intently. Neal was definitely right. Love wasn’t always enough.
“We did meet in the Enchanted Forest. My father’s lands were under attack by ogres and in exchange for his help, Rumplestiltskin wanted me to come live with him. I agreed.” Her servitude had been a small price compared to the people who lived because of it.
“I was in his castle for... a long time.” Belle’s brow furrowed. It was hard to remember now, especially after years of being locked up. “It’s hard to remember how long now. I only had him to talk to so you can imagine that we grew close.” She’d let Neal make of that what he wanted to.
He followed her up the staircase. He took note of the interior of her apartment. It looked nice, and definitely had more than his old apartment did. It seemed like she put thought into it. “Nice place.” He commented. He took a seat in one of the chairs. “Thank you.”
“Yeah…I know. And I love him, but love isn’t always enough.” Love didn’t erase the abandonment or the resentment. “Oh, no, I’m good thank you. So, uh…how did you and my father meet? I assume it was back in the Enchanted Forest?” He asked, curiously. Most people who encountered the Dark One didn’t have a pleasant experience.
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I really appreciate it when people read my rules. I’m not sure if this is a weird concept or something. They’re there for a reason, trust me. Also, they’re very short.
Anyway, I might do a starter call tomorrow. For now, I’m going to bed
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As he talked, Belle led him up the staircase to her loft above the library. A quick turn of her key and she opened the door to reveal a cozy looking interior. The furniture was a bit old and faded, but sturdy, and there was a ladder that led up to her bed. Behind the ladder was her kitchen and dining table.
“Take a seat wherever you like,” she told him while gesturing to one of the many chairs he could pick from.
Belle stepped inside, giving him room to do as well, and began to fiddle with her keys. “I didn’t know the man that you did, but I think I saw glimpses of him sometimes. When he would talk about you mostly. He loves you very much, Neal.” She didn’t feel right calling him Baelfire. The name seemed reserved for Rumplestiltskin.
“Do you want anything to drink?” She felt as if they would be talking for a long while.
Neal nodded. He did indeed. “I do, yes. Thank you.” The fact that she was willing to talk to him meant a lot. Most people would simply clam up at the mention of Rumplestiltskin. He followed her to the door. “I…I know you knew my father. He’s mentioned you. But, I’m unaware of how or what the extent of your relationship was or is. I’d like to know. It’s been two hundred years and I’m finally talking to him for the first time and…” He trailed off.
“He wants me to forgive him. I don’t know if that’s even possible. But, I’d like to think it is. Someday. For that to be in the realm of possibilities, I need to know who Rumplestiltskin is. Because I don’t know him any more than he knows me. I know who he used to be. But, I’m not sure that man exists anymore.”
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Belle’s loft and a close look at her bedroom upstairs. Granny, and a few others, helped her get the furniture and kitchenware together.
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As he was talking, Belle moved away from the bookshelf and towards him. She was only a few steps away from him when he said his name, his real name, and she stopped dead in her tracks. This... he was Rumplestiltskin’s son. Belle could easily guess what he wanted to talk about.
“No, it’s completely fine,” she said. “I can imagine you have a lot of questions.” Belle gestured for him to follow her to a side door that she opened. “It’s a bit more comfortable up here if you want to follow me up.”
Neal looked at her. So this was the woman his father had told him about? Ironically, she did look a bit like the animated film version of Belle. He wondered if that was a coincidence or if Disney was somehow magic. However, he didn’t really dwell on the thought.
“I know. I’m not here for a book, actually.” He put his hands in his pockets and shifted nervously. “I’m here to see you. It’s Belle, right? My name is Neal, uh, but I guess you’d probably know me as Baelfire.”
“I was hoping if it’s not too much trouble that we could talk for a bit. I’d like to discuss my father. If I’m bothering you, though, please feel free to kick me out.”
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Belle was adjusting surprisingly quickly to Storybrooke for someone who had been locked away for the entire duration of the curse. She hated that she had lost so much time of her life, but things were starting to pick up. Rumplestiltskin had stopped by, a few times in fact, and had wanted to make amends or try to be friends or... something. Alright, she knew what he wanted, but it wasn’t happening. At least not right now. If ever. Still, he had given her this library and she wasn’t one to waste literature.
Most of her time was spent here when she wasn’t at the diner or acquainting herself with with the new devices of this world. She was between the shelves when Neal entered, cataloging the books to enter them into the system on the computer. Ruby had been kind enough to help her set it up.
“We’re not open yet,” she called out upon hearing the door open. Belle couldn’t deny someone a book based on the time of day though. She stepped out from between the shelves to find a scruffy look man with a hoodie.”But I can help you out if you need something.”
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It was strange. Well, the whole town was strange but Neal supposed he should be used to it. A town full of fairy tale characters was bound to be a bit odd. Neal had watched Disney movies when he lived with his adoptive parents. Beauty and the Beast had been released the year he came to live with them and it had been one of his favorites.
Now, ironically, he was about to meet the living, breathing personification of Belle. He’d heard of her from his father. Rumple had spoken of her briefly and his words had indicated a fondness but he hadn’t elaborated on the extent of their relationship or how they’d met.
Neal knew if his father and he had any chance of reconciling, he needed to know him better. So, he decided to go see Belle. After all, she was one of the people who knew him during the two hundred years that Neal had been away.
He’d been told that Belle was the librarian, so he headed to the library in search of the brunette. He walked inside, looking around. It had been awhile since he’d been in a library.
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