In which we begin to wonder just what kind of books Belle reads
Still taking prompts? Belle and Gold don't meet until after they're aboard the Carpathia after the disaster. Both are shell shocked.
Oooh, that’s a good one. I like it.
1,500 people had died and Belle could still hear their screams. What was supposed to be the safest ship in the world had turned into a death trap all in the span of three hours.
The passengers and crew of the Carpathia were eager to help the survivors of the sinking. Every half hour or so someone would come by and try and coax her to have a cup of soup or some tea. She had tried, but she still couldn’t seem to get warm.
Belle was curled up in a chair inside the lounge with a blanket wrapped around her like cocoon. She knew the ship was toasty warm and that the tea was hot, but it was like the blood in her veins had turned into ice.
She really didn’t have anything to complain about. She hadn’t been in the water like some of the men who had been rescued.
Belle looked over at her neighbor, another blanket wrapped passenger looking just as pale and forlorn as her. He was an older man, who was probably quite handsome when he wasn’t so worn down and cold. She thought she had seen him once or twice in the dining saloon, but she couldn’t remember his name. He kept staring at a pocket watch he had. The face was cracked, but she could see a picture of a young boy was still intact.
"Is…is that your son?" she asked him.
At first, she didn’t think he’d heard her, but then he gave her the barest of nods.
"Is he in New York?"
He shook his head softly. “He’s gone,” he whispered.
She didn’t know this man, but when she saw him start to weep she couldn’t help but cry along with him.
Summary: Belle visits Rumpel in his cage. Zelena likes to watch…
Note: Here it is folks. Worryingly’s first fic with sex in. Which also includes voyeurism. To anyone who may be worried by the summary, the sex is entirely consensual. Zelena is not manipulating either participant at any point.
Also I think I am obsessed with blueberry pancakes.
Belle enters the storm cellar cautiously, looking around for any sign of Zelena as she nears the cage. It’s the dead of night and the house is silent, but that doesn’t mean she is not lying in wait.
Rumpel’s flat on his back asleep, and Belle doesn’t want to wake him because he looks so free. The lines of anger, grief and shame have fallen from his face, and he seems at peace. But she knows she doesn’t have much time.
“Rumpel,” she whispers, a low, sharp hiss that she hopes will rouse him without attracting malicious entities. He starts awake and turns to her.
She puts a finger to her lips and beckons him closer through the wire. He shuffles closer, still crouched on the ground, and Belle whispers, as close to his ear as she can get: “Is she here?”
He’s silent for a moment, then: “No. The dagger sings when it’s near. I can’t hear it and she doesn’t come here without it.”
Belle smiles and stands, quickly working the lock and opening the door.