Post by Rumplestiltskin on Feb 28, 2016 21:29:14 GMT 1
It was a lovely day in the Enchanted Forest and Rumplestiltskin had just finished his work for a nearby family. He didn't earn a great living spinning, but he earned enough. He had a house, enough money to get by, and his son to keep him company. It was more than he could have ever asked for, especially considering how his early life had been. His father had abandoned him for power and youth- he had been left with strangers. Loving people he had grown to consider family, but still. His father had never loved him, it seemed.
Now he was the father, and there was nothing he wanted more than to keep Bae safe and sound. He couldn't offer much, crippled as he was, but once again he did his best. His work, his strife, his worry- it was all for his son. He wouldn't be the man his father had been.
There would never come a time when he abandoned his son.
Of course, if he didn't want to abandon him, he was going to have to find him. Slowly, he limped out of the house, using his walking stick to help him move out into the trees where Bae liked to play. Some people passed by, smiling and waving at him with mild expression of pity on their faces. Ever since Milah had been stolen, though the town thought she had been killed, they had been... nicer to him. They didn't look at him with scorn, just sympathy. Pity.
It was better than their jeer.
He moved through the trees, having difficulty moving with the mud all over the ground. It had been raining a lot lately, and the ground was soaked in water. It was dangerous- they lived by many cliffs and steep hills within the trees. One slip and a terrible accident could befall anyone. It only made him more eager to find Bae.
"Son?" He called into the trees, "are you playing here, son? It's time for supper!"
Neal Cassidy
Now he was the father, and there was nothing he wanted more than to keep Bae safe and sound. He couldn't offer much, crippled as he was, but once again he did his best. His work, his strife, his worry- it was all for his son. He wouldn't be the man his father had been.
There would never come a time when he abandoned his son.
Of course, if he didn't want to abandon him, he was going to have to find him. Slowly, he limped out of the house, using his walking stick to help him move out into the trees where Bae liked to play. Some people passed by, smiling and waving at him with mild expression of pity on their faces. Ever since Milah had been stolen, though the town thought she had been killed, they had been... nicer to him. They didn't look at him with scorn, just sympathy. Pity.
It was better than their jeer.
He moved through the trees, having difficulty moving with the mud all over the ground. It had been raining a lot lately, and the ground was soaked in water. It was dangerous- they lived by many cliffs and steep hills within the trees. One slip and a terrible accident could befall anyone. It only made him more eager to find Bae.
"Son?" He called into the trees, "are you playing here, son? It's time for supper!"
Neal Cassidy