Post by Belle French on Feb 21, 2014 13:54:56 GMT -5
Mr. Gold was out attending to his usual lucrative business deals and had left Belle in the dark about what cruel methods he would use to attain his desires. She had a bad feeling all day as a storm had gathered overhead. The young woman had been in Storybrooke long enough to know that a storm gathering in the fairy tale town could only mean trouble. Her presumptuous mind instantly wandered to Regina or Mr. Gold. Both were notorious for their dark deeds, but like Snow White, she had always held out hope for the two. Regina had held her in a dark prison and had kept her away from the man she loved, but she still held onto hope. The sky was getting rather dark and Belle decided it was time to prepare for closing.
The sound of the bell above the door distracted her from her usual pre-closing chores. She looked up and saw a face that she had never seen before. A tall man with grey hair and sparkling eyes smiled at her as if he knew something she did not. She blinked and went back up to the counter.
“I’m sorry sir, we’re about to close. Can I help you?” Her tone was sincere and sweet.
“My my… no. Is Mr. Gold in by any chance?” The man said trying to look around her into the back room. Belle stepped within his view and shook her head in response, “Well then… that is rather inconvenient and I’m on such a short time…” He paused, “You see I am late for a very important date,” The man fidgeted as if he was on pins and needles. Belle offered a reassuring smile, like she always did and literally watched the man relax before her, “Well I shall leave this with you then, and then I must be on my way. Mr. Gold will know what to do with it.” The man tipped his hat and handed Belle a mirror.
It was a rather peculiar piece of antiquity. She ran her fingers along the edges of the mirror admiring the craftsmanship. Belle had always had a passion for antiques and that was one of the reasons she and Gold had always been so close. They could appreciate the past, because they saw the value of it, for different reasons.
“Thank yo—“ She said while looking up but the man was gone. She arched a brow and placed the mirror on the counter top flat, “Apparently he was really late for that important date,” She chuckled while pulling out some Windex and spraying the mirror. She tilted her head and rubbed the glass clean with a dry paper towel. The young woman smiled at her reflection, and her reflection smirked sinisterly back, “What the hell…” Belle was thrown against the wall within that moment and a few things from the top shelves toppled on top of her.
She had cut her arm and slowly pushed the heavy things off of her otherwise fragile figure. Belle groaned in pain as she stood up and raised her arm to block out the blinding light that had appeared. A man that seemed so familiar and yet forgotten stood before her. Will Scarlet had come to Storybrooke and next to him lay a rusty lamp.
The sound of the bell above the door distracted her from her usual pre-closing chores. She looked up and saw a face that she had never seen before. A tall man with grey hair and sparkling eyes smiled at her as if he knew something she did not. She blinked and went back up to the counter.
“I’m sorry sir, we’re about to close. Can I help you?” Her tone was sincere and sweet.
“My my… no. Is Mr. Gold in by any chance?” The man said trying to look around her into the back room. Belle stepped within his view and shook her head in response, “Well then… that is rather inconvenient and I’m on such a short time…” He paused, “You see I am late for a very important date,” The man fidgeted as if he was on pins and needles. Belle offered a reassuring smile, like she always did and literally watched the man relax before her, “Well I shall leave this with you then, and then I must be on my way. Mr. Gold will know what to do with it.” The man tipped his hat and handed Belle a mirror.
It was a rather peculiar piece of antiquity. She ran her fingers along the edges of the mirror admiring the craftsmanship. Belle had always had a passion for antiques and that was one of the reasons she and Gold had always been so close. They could appreciate the past, because they saw the value of it, for different reasons.
“Thank yo—“ She said while looking up but the man was gone. She arched a brow and placed the mirror on the counter top flat, “Apparently he was really late for that important date,” She chuckled while pulling out some Windex and spraying the mirror. She tilted her head and rubbed the glass clean with a dry paper towel. The young woman smiled at her reflection, and her reflection smirked sinisterly back, “What the hell…” Belle was thrown against the wall within that moment and a few things from the top shelves toppled on top of her.
She had cut her arm and slowly pushed the heavy things off of her otherwise fragile figure. Belle groaned in pain as she stood up and raised her arm to block out the blinding light that had appeared. A man that seemed so familiar and yet forgotten stood before her. Will Scarlet had come to Storybrooke and next to him lay a rusty lamp.