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Belle Gold

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Dec 27 2017, 02:46 PM
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Arms folded, with one finger tapping her chin, Belle stood back to survey her work. The Christmas tree fit perfectly in the corner, an abundance of meticulously wrapped gifts beneath it. All the typical holiday amenities abounded: stockings over the fireplace (stuffed to the brim), cookies setting on the end table, cinnamon spice candles lit and filling the cozy space with a calming aroma, and last, but certainly not least, a small stack of books in the opposite corner—all arranged in a spiral to mimic the Christmas tree. There were even sparse lights draped about it.
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Yes, this would do just fine.
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The bulk of the gifts were for the children, kids were always easy to shop for. Rumple, on the other hand, had given her all sorts of trouble. What do you get a man who could have anything he wanted with minimal effort? There were a couple of simple gifts: the twins’ hand prints imprinted in clay, then baked and painted, and the latest books that she thought he would enjoy. But that one special gift had evaded her. She had little help in her endeavors, it wasn’t like there were some step by step how-to titled ‘What to Buy Your Husband when He’s the Dark One’. They were definitely an atypical couple.
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She planned a romantic dinner for the evening, knowing he enjoyed sitting down with her. Belle knew all his favorite foods and had them warming in the kitchen. There was also a card thanking him for being a loving, kind husband and father. The kids made their attempts to sign it, but it turned out more like scribbles that took up half the card. She smiled and found it endearing as always.
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Belle had stumbled across the present only days before Christmas, presented to her by one of the dwarfs who had been holding onto them for who knows how long. Like all magical items that had an unknown past, Belle was suspicious. They seemed harmless, but she knew Rumple would be able to detect malevolent energy if there was any. So, she let herself be happy with the gift she had chosen.
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Wrapped lovingly in a small box were two necklaces, very small and plain looking at first glance. However, when each was worn by lovers, their rapport strengthened the necklaces and triggered their magical traits. When all was well, they were warm against the wearer’s heart, content in the peaceful atmosphere. When things were not well, the necklace would glow red if one or both lovers were in danger. Lastly, when the necklaces glowed white, it meant that the other wearer, should they be very far away, was still okay. It returned to normal when the two were back together. That was all she knew about the necklaces, wondering if there was even more to them. Knowing how things worked in Storybrooke, though, she would bet that there was. Belle and Rumple would have to find out; she looked forward to it.
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Belle hoped this Christmas would bring a calming sense to Rumple. Her husband had been through so many trials lately, many affecting his health detrimentally. She knew he was weakened, but she also knew he would heal. That was the type of man her husband was: stubborn and resilient. But also kind and gentle with those he loved. Belle never felt unloved.
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There was also an envelope with a letter inside. Belle hesitated to give it to him, only because it made her blush at how much she poured her heart out. She was debating whether or not to give it to him, but she knew deep down that she would.
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My Dearest Husband,
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I have been trying to come up with the words to express to you how much you mean to me, but nothing quite catches the feelings in my heart. Since the moment we met, I have felt a connection to you. I know now that it was love from the beginning. I didn’t always believe in ‘fate’, but now I do believe it brought us together. We were meant to be, two halves of a whole.
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When I am near you, I feel safe. Your love is wrapped around me like a cocoon, leaving me feeling at peace. I know we’ve had set backs in our story, but it always ends in love. I know we’ll always find our way back to each other.
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Rumple, I love you with all of my heart, and I feel as though my heart is as big as the ocean. When we are together with our beautiful children, I know all is right in our little world. I feel joy when I think of spending the rest of my life with you.
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All my love,
Belle

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She clasped her hands together, excited and beyond happy with her work. When Rumple gets home, he’ll have a warm and loving welcome from his family. And that, Belle thought, was the best kind of gift.




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Jul 8 2017, 06:55 PM
As she walked, her fingers idly glided along each tree, feeling the coarse textures. Belle was lost in thought. She wasn't even sure what brought her so deep into the forest. What had started out as a walk through town turned into a hike into the thicket.

So many things had changed over the years. Not counting the 28 long years she was locked up by the Evil Queen. Belle trembled at the memories. She supposed it was times like these that she felt the consequences of solitary confinement for so long. Sometimes she just couldn't calm her mind. It felt like her thoughts were running a hundred miles a minute, and a baseless fear in her gut that reared its ugly head every now and again. Anxiety she supposed it was.

For whatever reason, she never brought it up with Rumple. Whether it was because she didn't want to worry him, or because she was just plain ashamed, she didn't know.

Belle needed this walk, she realized. To get away from the hustle and bustle of downtown Storybrooke. To collect her thoughts and ground herself. She came to a glade; the sun's rays were able to reach the flower field. How beautiful, she thought.

With a less than graceful plop, she fell to the ground in a heap. Here on her back, she could just stare at the sky and think, surrounded by more flowers than she knew the names for.
Jul 5 2017, 05:46 PM
“Shh, shh.,” she cooed at the two bundles in the stroller. They were fussy, but willing to compromise it seemed. Pacifiers were a magical thing.

Belle continued on, lazily pushing the stroller as she lost herself in thought, the monotony of one step after the other coaxing her into a daze. To do lists were on her mind. Chores: laundry, light cleaning. Heavy cleaning if she managed to get Rumple away from his shop long enough for her to attack those dust bunnies that had accumulated.

A low burble snapped her out of her reverie. Gideon was staring up at her curiously. “What do you see, bitsy? Hmm?” Belle studied his features as she walked. She could see Rumple in her son. More Rumple than her, she thought. Giselle, though. Belle saw herself if her. She allowed herself to feel pride in that. “It’s our little secret, isn’t it, Gigi?”

Gold’s shop was in view as they rounded the corner. Belle looked up at the sky. Sunny, but a promise of light rain within the hour. She closed her eyes and imagined the drops on her skin. Thunderstorms were her favorite, though few knew. She had never allowed herself the freedom of dancing or, heavens forbid, singing, in the rain. One day, she promised herself.

“Here we are!” she mused as Gideon kicked his feet against the back of Giselle’s seat. The young girl didn’t seem impressed, and expressed her distress with a squeal. “Let’s see what daddy is up to.” Belle swung open the door then backed the stroller in before it could slam shut. “Rumple!” she called over her shoulder, “Are you in?” Where else would he be, really?

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<h3>Thirty Three . Belle . Beauty and the Beast . Emilie de Ravin . The Enchanted Forest</h3>
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<h2>Personality</h2>
Let’s see. "Dear Diary..." No. No that won’t do at all. Let’s try: Once Upon a Time...
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"Once upon a time, there lived a girl who fancied her head in the clouds rather than her feet on the ground. Her nose in a book rather than her eyes on the prize. There was no denying she was a funny girl, that Belle..."

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There was a little known fact that Belle enjoyed writing stories as much as she did reading them. Her personality poured out onto the page when she took up a pen. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells. It was her escape from the little village she grew up in, where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everyone else’s business.
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But that was her little secret. Reading, on the other hand, now that she couldn’t hide if she wanted to. She had read every book in her father’s library, which was no small feat. Many, twice. There were, in the general consensus, far more constructive ways to use one’s time than reading. Peculiar is what they called her. Unfortunate is how she felt about them in return. For what great stories they would never know, and that made her heart heavy for them.
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As far as odd habits go, nothing has changed, nor will it ever. Nor would her loyalty to friends, kindness to strangers, and love in the face of darkness. Belle’s heart could fit the universe inside of it. It was both her strength and her weakness, for there were those who coveted the darkness, and she would forever try to reach out to them, even to her own detriment.
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<h2>History</h2>
Belle hails from the Enchanted Forest, where she lived with her beloved father, Sir Maurice, and mother, Colette, on their estate. Happily ever after was more than a hop, skip and a jump away, however. There was a particular thorn in her side that threatened her fantastical habits. Gaston, was what he went by, though Belle had a few choice words of her own for that one. She gave him a chance-- she always gave someone a chance—but he was determined to see her as no more than a trophy. Gaston had more than enough love for himself, he didn’t need any from Belle.
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But war was brewing, closer and closer to home. Before long, they had to flee, as the ogre army was upon them. And upon them they were indeed, for they were within their very castle. It was too late for her mother, who perished in the invasion when she sacrificed herself to save her daughter.
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It almost seemed over for her family and her people, but Belle knew of one last option. A whisper. They would go to the one who called himself Rumpelstiltskin and make a deal. He dealt in trades, she knew this for certain, and they so desperately needed the transaction. Ultimately, she agreed to stay behind to live in the Dark One’s castle as its custodian in return for the defeat of the ogres.
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Fate dealt her another wild card when the Dark Curse was enacted upon all the denizens of the Enchanted Forest. Kidnapped by the Evil Queen, and believed dead by her former master, Belle found herself locked in the dungeons within the Enchanted Forest, and then again in the institution within the new land, Storybrook. It wasn’t until she was freed that she was able to find her way in this bizarre new world.
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Life in story book was, seemingly, peaceful for a time. Being the town librarian was like a dream come true for Lacey, as she was known for a short time when she and the rest had no memory of the Enchanted Forest due to the curse. But, as she had learned in many a story, not everything was what it seemed, and what it seemed came to an abrupt halt with the arrival of the savior. Emma Swan was that savior, and Lacey was not Lacey at all, but Belle the Beauty. And Storybrook was no quaint hamlet, but a chapter frozen in time by a curse.
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<h2>RP Sample</h2>
Dust the shelves, mend the curtains, wash the dishes. Belle ticked off each completed task on her fingers. By now she had the monotonous chores memorized by heart, but it she was nothing if not thorough. One slip up and he’d know, and then he would add a dozen more menial tasks to the list just to show how much he wanted to spite her. She smirked to herself. Belle was not going to make it that easy. He expected her to fail, wanted her to fail. She would shine so bright she could see her reflection even in this chipped cup she held in her hand. Then he would see that there was more to the world than the darkness he so coveted, she was sure of it.
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One day, she would leave Rumpelstiltskin speechless. A feat she was sure no one before her had ever accomplished, the few who dared try. The thought made her giggle.
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Belle looked down at the cup she held. There were many like it in the cupboard, but only this one had a chip. It gave the object character, she thought. It was more beautiful for the marring, because now it was unique. Like herself, she supposed. What made her different was what made her strong. A strength she would share with her unwitting jailer, his complaining notwithstanding.
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She set the cup down after giving it a good polishing. That was the last of the dinnerware, next she was on to the laundry. Only two steps onward, she heard a call. Her name, from her new master. No doubt he had some seemingly simple task for her that would likely take her the rest of the day.
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Belle glanced longingly at her abandoned book, Her Handsome Hero, a favorite and a reminder of the loved ones she had left behind. Reading breaks would have to wait, she resolved with a sigh. A second later, another, more irritated shout demanding her to step-to. She shook her head with a shy smile, and went to answer her caller. "Coming!"
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