"I’ll bet you’re sorry.” His voice fell to a dangerous, deep snarl. The satisfaction of satisfying her curiosity—‘be careful what you wish for’ and all that—could not defuse the pain of being seen by someone, by exposing himself when all he wanted was to be left alone. He cursed his kindness to her. He resented her for pushing him into this position. Of course she was sorry now!
"Are you quite satisfied, miss?" He stalked into the room. His bared teeth pushed the flesh of his face into deeper crinkled that further exaggerated the warped skin on the left side. "Finally got to sate your curiosity and see your handsome host. You’d have quite the tale to tell the next idiot who takes you in! Well, my dear, I’m afraid I can’t allow that.”
He wanted to throw her out and be done with her, but she was bound to talk, and what then? Would more people come knocking at his door to get a look for themselves? He wouldn’t chance it. As he spoke, he sidestepped to retrieve a key from his desk.
"You wanted a roof over your head—now you’ve got one, and you won’t be leaving it any time soon." He quickly stepped outside the study, slammed the door shut and locked it.
She was too sorry, too embarrassed and shocked to say anything as he raged against her. She hadn’t seen this coming. Not a part of her had imagined that this man lived in isolation because he had a horrible scar on his face - if it was limited to just his face. She doubted that now.
She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed it before - like when they had seen each other in the kitchen… However… It had been too dark, and he had kept his face rather hidden from her. He had always kept himself hidden - and now she understood why.
She felt guilty for intruding on his privacy, and she could not find it in her heart to yell back at him, even if his rage was out of proportion to her crime. She never would have told a soul if he would have asked her not to, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he forbade her to leave - and as if that wasn’t bad enough, she could hear the key turn in its lock as he left her in his study.
Despite everything, she managed not to panic, and she took a few deep breaths before she went to the door, checking if it was really closed, but it wouldn’t budge.
Her annoyance and despair caused her to frown, and she moved to his chair before she sat down, whimpering miserably to herself for just a moment, but she took another deep breath when she remembered why she had looked for him.
Dove’s message. Dove wouldn’t be able to make it to him - and now she understood why he had such an assistant - someone who went out into town for him, and made sure his shopping was done. Mister Gold was a hermit, and not only did he not like people seeing him, it seemed like he didn’t want people to hear of him either - his emotional response had been proof of that.
Making her way to the door, she hoped to catch his attention, even though she knew there was a chance that he was on the opposite side of the mansion by now.
Knocking on the door, not knowing if he could hear, she called out for him.
"Mister Gold, please, we need to talk. I have a message from your assistant, mister Dove. Please, don’t be mad with me - I only wish to talk to you. I won’t leave until you want me to - I promise."
In other circumstances she would have threatened to hand him in to the police, but she could honestly understand why he was afraid to let her go. She just had to show him that he could trust her.
Rumbelle in The Dark Castle (Listen)
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He stepped back to take the bag, catching her hand just after taking the bag. He brought her hand to his lips with a smile. “I will not be long, I promise you. As quick as I can.” He stole a soft kiss from her lips then backed away to go on the rounds.
Belle returned to her bedroom, feeling a little guilty for making him go alone tonight. She wanted to spend time with him, but her hair was already very wet from the small time she had spent outside, and her cloak was wet too. It would take until morning to dry - and if it had gotten more soaked, then her cloak would have betrayed how she had gone outside.
Even if Mrs. Potts knew, it was always possible that someone else would figure it out, and she’d rather avoid that.
She tried to dry her hair with a dry towel and put extra logs on the fire so Rumpelstiltskin would be warm soon enough. She also pulled the hide rug that usually lay in front of her bed before the fire, intending to make sure Rumpelstiltskin was warm when he came back in again.
Changing into her nightgown, she waited in front of the fire, letting her hair dry as she read from a book.
He looked out over the grounds and at the rain that soaked everything in it’s path. “Why don’t I do the rounds? You keep warm and dry, my love..” He tightened his hold a little. “Then I shall come to your room when I am finished? I don’t wish for you to fall ill..”
Though she wanted to protest, she didn’t know what to say really. It was true - it was late and cold for the time of year, and the rain would not do her good. He, on the other hand, was the Dark One. He could withstand the cold.
She eventually nodded softly, giving him the bag of food she had brought with her.
"Alright then… I will keep the bed warm for you."
Rumplestiltskin was lurking in the darkness, hiding from the rain that beat down around the town. He saw Belle rushing through the rain to the tree and slowly rounded it, slipping his arms around her from the back. “Hiding from the rain, dearie?” He whispered close against her ear, keeping her against his chest.
She immediately knew from his gentle touch that it was him, and she turned her head a little, glad to feel his warmth so close to her body. “Hey my love,” she whispered in return. “There’s no hiding from this rain. We’re gonna be soaked by the time we’re finished with our rounds…”