once upon a time meme: twelve characters [1/12]
↳ Belle Gold née French
"What do I have here? Self-respect!"
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"Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward."
As Belle lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, she recited one of Charles Xavier’s essays on the subject of mutation. He had written so many, and she had read them all, understanding most of the subject matter, and remembering all his words precisely as he had written them down.
Belle had always read about mutants. She had always taken an interest in the stories about them, even while the rest of Storybrooke had ignored what was happening outside of their small town. But lately, people had finally begun to talk about mutants. A thief had been spotted - a monstrous man - who had stolen from mister Clark’s store in town. No one had gotten hurt, but people had gotten scared, and the man had been labeled a mutant, even before anyone had taken a clear look at him, or had bothered to ask for his name or story.
Belle had never been more excited about the local news than she was today. Getting up from the bed, she took a book from the shelf and put it on her desk. It wasn’t an ordinary book - it had been empty, until she had started gathering all the articles she had ever found about mutants. Most of them had been cut from newspapers, others she had printed from the internet. The book contained everything she knew about the mutants in this world - about the mutants that had stepped forward and revealed themselves. Villains like Magneto and Mystique were known to her, but also scientists like Hank McCoy, who looked like a blue furry monster, but was in fact one of the smartest people in the United States.
But as she browsed through the pages, she wondered if any of the mutants in her book fit the criteria of being ‘scaly’, and she paused for a moment to look at a picture of a mutant they called the Toad.
His skin wasn’t scaly enough, Belle decided, and she knew that there was a chance that this Storybrooke mutant had not been mentioned in any news article yet - not until today.
”Mutants in Storybrooke?" had been the headline of the Daily Mirror, and Sidney Glass had elaborated on the news mister Clark had relayed about the strange thief. Apparently he had disappeared from sight in a flash, and Belle wondered if he was able to teleport.
If so, then chances were that the man was already hundreds of miles away, and she would never meet him at all.
After she had pasted the article in her book, she closed it and put it away. It was getting dark outside, and Belle had a need to go to the library - a need she had often, and a need she could not ignore, not even if the local library had been closed for a dozen years already.
Luckily for her, sneaking into the place was child’s play. She lived behind her father’s flower shop - the Game of Thorns - while her father lived upstairs - and all that separated her from the back of the library was a tiny courtyard, a dark and gloomy place, where no light ever shone, and where the old stone tiles were covered with moss and other weeds. It was property of the library, but Belle had easy access to it, and to the library’s back door which she had been able to unlock a few months earlier. She tried to minimize the times she broke in, afraid of being caught, but tonight she could not resist, as she hungered for new stories.
She waited for her father to go to sleep, and when the town was finally quiet, Belle made her way outside, a small flashlight in her hands as she opened the back door to the library, a small squeak of the hinges betraying that the abandoned library wasn’t as abandoned as one would think…
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The inhabitants of Storybrooke never talked much about mutants, not until rumors began to spread of a mysterious, scaly thief. Can Belle tame the beast when they come eye to eye? Secrets will be revealed, and two misfits will learn that they can be a perfect match.
WELCOME TO FAIRYTALE © by Macbka Logutova
if you think being a legendary bloodthirsty creature of the night puts rumple above begging for a ham sandwich.
you would be wrong.
He smiled and stroked her sides gently. “Well good because I did plan to romance you tonight, you know.”
He gave her his trademark crooked shy grin and lifted his hand to stroke her face. “How come you’re already here ?”
Belle was eager to tell him all about that, and she happily said: “Well, I guess I got lucky. Regina must have been in a good mood when she got the letter from the tv station that they would film for your project today. She could have let me stay in Storybrooke, but she actually said that I could come with her - like the choice was mine - so obviously I came early today! We left at 7 in the morning, and though it wasn’t a cozy ride to the head office, it wasn’t too bad either. She was working hard and I spent some time reading and thinking of you. So far, she’s behaved really friendly. I wonder when she’ll come to the hotel. The big boss wanted to see her, no doubt to discuss business with her. Can’t believe he postponed your television show until Monday. I don’t mind, personally, but Wendy, Walsh, Regina, they all have personal lives and would probably prefer to spend their time somewhere else besides here.