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Enchanted Forest

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Jun 8 2017, 07:34 AM
Rumple knew he had changed. He wasn’t seen as the intimidating Dark One he used to be- a man people didn’t feel like they could approach without desperately needing his magic. That was how things had been for years, and he hadn’t hated it. Now, though, things seemed to be a little bit… different. He was easier to approach. People talked to him as he walked by on the streets. Stopped by his shop for more than just dark dealings. Hell, some people even managed to smile at him from time to time. It was something he wasn’t sure he could adjust to, but it wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter.

It was very hard to look intimidating when you had two babies with you.

Today, Rumple had decided to take the twins to the park, and had brought them over to the play area. It wasn’t like they were old enough to go and play on the equipment, of course, but they seemed to enjoy just being outside and the excited air of the playground appeared to do them a lot of good. And it wasn’t like he was the only one who thought bringing babies to the park was a good idea- the place was loaded with strollers. Granted, they were mostly driven by moms, but still.

The man let out a sigh, sitting himself down on one of the park benches while pulling the double baby strolled closer to him. He didn’t like it being too far away, and sometimes even a couple feet felt like too much distance.

He was the first to admit that he was an over-protective father- could he be blamed? He had a long history of horrible things happening, including a moment where he and his son had been separated by realms. It wasn’t like he was going to allow that to happen again. Or anything remotely similar to it.

The Dark One turned his head when he heard some faint giggling. On a bench further down, a couple middle-aged women were smiling and looking over at him, clearly amused to see the gentleman there with his children. They giggled and looked away from him where their eyes met, the two speaking to one another in excited, but hushed tones.

Rumple sighed and leaned back in his seat, looking around again. He paused when he noticed a familiar figure in the park- someone else who was getting a bit of attention from the moms there. It was the handsome deputy sheriff, David Nolan.

Better known as Prince Charming.

“David,” he offered after a moment of hesitancy, “I didn’t expect to see you here- did you bring Neal?” He wasn’t speaking of his own son, of course, but of the child David and Mary had named after him when they thought he was gone forever. It had been a heart warming thing for them to do, and though he had never really commented on it, it had meant a lot to him as well.

David Nolan
Jun 8 2017, 07:24 AM
It felt like Rumple had just been going around to everyone to show off his kids, and maybe that was exactly what he had been doing. But why shouldn’t he be proud of what he had produced? The babies were adorable, and they seemed to be full of the light that shone from their mother. He could tell that they were going to be heroes, even at so early a point in time. They were the products of true love, after all.

They were destined for great things, he just knew it. Or… maybe that was just him being a proud parent, just on a slightly different level from the norm. Everything seemed a little different when it came to magic being a part of the picture.

But one thing that didn’t change was wanting family to meet one another, which was exactly why Rumplestiltskin was heading to the Mills’ house. Normally, he wouldn’t go near the place, as it was where Regina lived and any chance to be away from her was one he was absolutely willing to take. It wasn’t that he hated her anymore, of course, but they just… had a lot of uncomfortable history that was difficult to sort through. He felt it better to simply try and avoid her, even though it probably wasn’t the more productive or indeed mature decision he could be making.

He had enough to deal with already. Regina was another problem he could deal with once some of the other messes settled down.

Today, he wasn’t there for her- he was there to see her adopted son, Henry. While she and Henry didn’t share any real blood, he and Rumple certainly did. The boy was his grandson, through Baelfire. That was something he really loved knowing, even if it was weird for him to have family. Something he was still wrapping his head around, honestly. Didn’t seem to matter how much family he got, it was still a weird concept to him.

But he did have family, whether he could comprehend it or not, and he wanted to be a part of their lives, too. Not only that, but he wanted them to be a part of his kid’s lives, too. Giselle and Gideon deserved to know their family, particularly their nephew, Henry.

They had such a weird family tree.

Rumple approached the door with the double baby stroller, moving around it to ring the doorbell. The house was certainly large, but he knew that was more because his mother had wanted to be seen as the most powerful person around rather than because they needed it, or because they were actually stuck up enough to think they were entitled to it. Even Regina wasn’t that kind of person anymore, to the shock of many.

He supposed that was all well and good. It wasn’t like she had actually been the big man on campus anyway. That had been his title all along.

Once the bell was rung, there wasn’t much to do but wait, the man looking down at his kids and offering them a warm smile. “Be good now,” he told them, as though they could actually understand him, “Henry is important family- you want to make a good impression!”

Henry Mills
Jun 8 2017, 07:08 AM
Rumple wasn’t sure he had seen Milah in awhile- not since the whole thing after the demon, where he had gotten ill and had needed to rest at her place for a bit. It hadn’t been that awkward, surprisingly, but he supposed that only further confirmed that she didn’t have the place in his heart that she used to have. He wasn’t always thinking about her, or wondering why she had cheated on him. Most of the time, he didn’t think about her at all. She had become, much to his surprise, just another member of the community.

He hadn’t even really noticed the change. Perhaps that was because he was too busy being happy with his wife and children. He had gotten everything he had ever wanted- the happy life he had longed for for so many years.

Finally, he had his happy ending. Or, more accurately, his happy beginning, as it really felt like his life was finally just getting started. Hundreds of years and now he knew what it was like to truly be happy. Of course, not everything about his past was horrible, just… most of it.

The only good bit he was lucky enough to have with him now, too, and that was Baelfire.

Of course, just because he didn’t love Milah anymore didn’t mean he could forget about her completely. She was still someone who had once been a big part of his life, and he would always think of her as special, even if it wasn’t in a romantic sense and more of a family kind of deal. She was Baelfire’s mother, and she had been his wife once upon a time. She would always have a place in the family, even if it wasn’t a large one.

That was why he had decided to invite her to the house, so he could thank her for letting him stay at her place while he needed the rest. She had taken care of him while he was ill, and he appreciated that. Not many others would venture to do the same thing, of course.

He had asked her to come to the house, as Belle had gone out at the last minute and he was looking after the kids. It was a lot of work to get them ready for travel, so it just seemed easier for Milah to come to the house instead. He was sure Giselle and Gideon wouldn’t mind- they seemed to love having company over. Anyone who could give them more attention, it seemed. And indeed, they got attention. Not only were they twins, but they were the twins of the Dark One and his wife. It seemed everyone wanted to see them. It actually amused him a bit.

He hadn’t expected reproducing would put him in better standing with the town, but they seemed to melt at the thought of him having his kids with him.

The man busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for Milah, making some tea for them, as he was too Scottish not to find it rude if he didn’t have tea ready. The babies were in their little play pen, cooing and nomming on their stuffed animals. They both seemed in good spirits, neither one being cranky or causing a fuss. He hoped it would last- he felt weird tending to them with Milah around, like she might grade his parenting.

Jun 3 2017, 10:20 PM
Another day at the shop.

In a lot of ways, his job was much like any others- it seemed like some days were all similar, blurring into one another without anything out of the ordinary happening. People come in, they haggle for the useless crap in his shop, then they leave, either paying more or perhaps sometimes exactly what they had been expecting to pay, but rarely ever less. Perfectly normal and, sometimes, kind of boring.

Then there were days that reminded him he was in a town brimming with magic and he was one of the strongest beings around. Someone everyone wanted the magic of, even if they were too scared to admit it.

He liked those days better- when he got to make magical deals, or when the heroes came looking to him for help. Maybe he would never say it to them, but he appreciated them understanding that he was powerful and capable of helping them, even if he didn’t always agree to. Just them knowing who to turn to was enough.

Today, however, was turning out to be more of the former rather than the kind of day he enjoyed. No one had come looking for magic- even the new people lost in town hadn’t stumbled in looking for his help. With the zombie attacks now on the decline, it seemed everyone was off licking their own wounds.

Perhaps it would take some time before business returned to normal. But that was kind of annoying. Oh well, at least he could go home and be with his family. His beloved wife and their previous twins.

That was all he really needed anyway, right?

He sighed to himself, sitting at his spinning wheel in the back of his shop. He looked at the wheel, turning it slowly and expertly crafting a long line of string from the straw he fed into the simple machine. Golden string, of course, glittering in an ever-growing pile at his feet. When he had a lot to think about, and not much else to do to distract himself, his spinning wheel always helped him clear his mind.

He would just need to remind himself to keep an ear out for the bell on the door- the shop was still open, after all.

Cruella De Vil
Jun 3 2017, 08:53 PM
Rumple wasn’t sure why he bothered coming to the park- it wasn’t like he liked the fresh air, or watching the other people as they passed him by. He wasn’t there to have conversations with the other hippy park goers and he certainly wasn’t going to be playing on the park equipment or having a jog to better his health. Somehow, he just ended up there whenever he needed some time to think.

Perhaps it was simply because his house was not exactly peaceful at the moment, what with the babies and all, and his shop was never a good place to sit and think. People were always coming in looking for him, either to make a deal or to try and rope him into helping them with some kind of larger threat. It was especially true these days, what with the Horned King in town and the zombies that had been attacking the place.

Though it seemed those attacks had calmed for the time being. He wondered how long the peace would last.

This felt more like the calm before the storm than the end to a problem.

Sighing, he sat himself down on a park bench, leaning back in the seat and looking up at the sky. These were exactly the thoughts that he needed to try and clear from his head. He frowned up at the clouds, which looked dark and unwelcoming. It would likely rain soon, which honestly was fine with him. If it rained perhaps the few people still in the park would flee and he would have some more time to himself.

It wasn’t like the rain could hurt the Dark One.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the wind blow through his long hair. Sometimes he thought about cutting it all off- maybe he would do good to change his look after so long. The floof was something everyone was used to seeing on him, though. What might people think if he suddenly got rid of it?

He was supposed to be thinking about the troubles in Storybrooke, but instead he was picturing himself with short hair.

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