Post by Henry Mills on Jan 28, 2016 6:11:47 GMT 1
It was difficult to put into words why he had decided to do what he was about to do. He had come to the Pawn Shop mainly because well it was different and he didn't want to go home. Not yet. Plus he hadn't seen Gold really since the whole fiasco with the man's father, Pan. That was a disaster in the making but at least Gold had helped save the day. A lot of things had changed as a result.
And while he understood that mainly Gold usually did not want him in the shop unless he had a reason, he just felt like it was right to be there. He had never seen anything that Gold could do that was considered bad, although many in town would say he was a wicked man. But he was not about to judge anyone, for anything. Not when he could see the good in most people.
Now of course there were heroes and villains. Something out of every fairy tale. And he was interconnected to many of them both in the familial sense and that of the friendships...as well. Plus there was so much on his mind that he did not sleep easily these days. Because honestly he would rather take his mind off of things than to allow them to corrupt his train of thought. One thing did not get off of his mind as easily as he wished it had. Which was the circumstances that were more recent. He'd come to accept that he had had the heart of the truest believer and that apparently Pan had wanted that heart of his, which was why his family, and Gold too had helped to secure it so that it wouldn't be taken against his will.
He'd nearly died if it wasn't for the fact that Gold had at one point sacrificed himself for the greater good. But it didn't keep the man down long. That much he knew just by knowing how he'd come back. But if having his life turned upside down by Pan hadn't been enough watching one of his mothers go into a world of darkness had been well....terrifying. They'd come back from the Underworld after having saved Captain Hook, a man he had once detested, from hell itself.
He really didn't know why he was here, other than the fact that Gold seemed to be the one person that was neutral about things. At least with him anyway. He couldn't always talk to Archie or his mothers about everything. Especially in this circumstance when he was still adjusting to the way things had turned out. Not near as well as he had once hoped they would. Taking a deep breath he looked at Gold, waiting to see what the man would say. Whether he would be told to leave or if he would be allowed to stay. He'd known that Gold had come back from the dead, and he knew many others had as well. But this also left him with more questions than answers. Mainly about what this meant for everyone now.
Since it had taken a power, of pure darkness that Gold had possessed to open the gates to the Underworld in the first place. He'd had to go through a lot to get to be the person he was today. Sighing softly he looked between Gold and his artifacts that he had around the pawn shop. Many of them looked older than he could even grasp onto. He was not needed anywhere today as it was already after school hours and so therefore the only thing he'd need to do was go home at a reasonable hour so that he could have dinner with the family. Though, like always it was a complicated thing to be certain. Holidays were where it got to be more complicated than he could have ever put into words.
And while he understood that mainly Gold usually did not want him in the shop unless he had a reason, he just felt like it was right to be there. He had never seen anything that Gold could do that was considered bad, although many in town would say he was a wicked man. But he was not about to judge anyone, for anything. Not when he could see the good in most people.
Now of course there were heroes and villains. Something out of every fairy tale. And he was interconnected to many of them both in the familial sense and that of the friendships...as well. Plus there was so much on his mind that he did not sleep easily these days. Because honestly he would rather take his mind off of things than to allow them to corrupt his train of thought. One thing did not get off of his mind as easily as he wished it had. Which was the circumstances that were more recent. He'd come to accept that he had had the heart of the truest believer and that apparently Pan had wanted that heart of his, which was why his family, and Gold too had helped to secure it so that it wouldn't be taken against his will.
He'd nearly died if it wasn't for the fact that Gold had at one point sacrificed himself for the greater good. But it didn't keep the man down long. That much he knew just by knowing how he'd come back. But if having his life turned upside down by Pan hadn't been enough watching one of his mothers go into a world of darkness had been well....terrifying. They'd come back from the Underworld after having saved Captain Hook, a man he had once detested, from hell itself.
He really didn't know why he was here, other than the fact that Gold seemed to be the one person that was neutral about things. At least with him anyway. He couldn't always talk to Archie or his mothers about everything. Especially in this circumstance when he was still adjusting to the way things had turned out. Not near as well as he had once hoped they would. Taking a deep breath he looked at Gold, waiting to see what the man would say. Whether he would be told to leave or if he would be allowed to stay. He'd known that Gold had come back from the dead, and he knew many others had as well. But this also left him with more questions than answers. Mainly about what this meant for everyone now.
Since it had taken a power, of pure darkness that Gold had possessed to open the gates to the Underworld in the first place. He'd had to go through a lot to get to be the person he was today. Sighing softly he looked between Gold and his artifacts that he had around the pawn shop. Many of them looked older than he could even grasp onto. He was not needed anywhere today as it was already after school hours and so therefore the only thing he'd need to do was go home at a reasonable hour so that he could have dinner with the family. Though, like always it was a complicated thing to be certain. Holidays were where it got to be more complicated than he could have ever put into words.