Mr. Gold {Rumplestiltskin} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2015-12-17 04:56 pm
undealt) wrote in entrancelogs2015-12-17 04:56 pm
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[OPEN] strike for love and strike for fear. there's beauty and there's danger here.
Who: The Ice King Gold and YOU.
Where: Narnia.
When: The... whole... event.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gold eats thefruit Turkish Delight. The end result is he basically wants to stay in Narnia forever. He lives here now. COME VISIT HIM. Or try to drag him home. REGINA HAS DIBS ON GETTING HIM HOME ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, as per prior plotting.
The Story:
The first time Gold realizes there's a frozen forest beyond this bloody new wardrobe, he's content to simply turn around and walk back out into his room again, refusing to engage in this nonsense. The second time, he lingers long enough to take in the area, frowning as it calls to mind Ingrid's makeshift ice palace in the middle of Storybrooke's woods, which brings back poor memories, and he abandons it again.
By the third time, he's had his fill of Wonderland's shenanigans- this most recent event, and he finds the frozen hell in his damned closet to be a peaceful alternative and despite knowing the dangers of eating food in strange places, the temptation is far too great, and he's just been far too good about resisting temptation, hasn't he? It's exhausting, when all he really wants is his power back, so he can actively challenge this hellish Wonderland he's trapped in.
When the sweet melts on his tongue, he feels the sudden realization that perhaps he doesn't need to challenge Wonderland- or even escape from it. He's already found his escape. Yes, it's so simple, isn't it?
~*~
Three days later, Gold's missing, but his door is unlocked and his closet is thrown wide open, casting a chill in his room, beckoning anyone to come and find him if they so dare. The path beyond the lightpost leads to a makeshift castle made entirely of ice. It's not Gold's personal aesthetic, but he's managed to make do, even if it does feel a little like he's performing some homage to Ingrid and Elsa, which simply won't do.
Hence why the ice palace seems to have a blackened, corrupted hue, like ice made out of brackish water, a testament to the Dark One he once was, the Dark One somewhere deep down he still wants to be.
The Dark One that he can be if he stays here.
Even the purest hearted hero in the world can give into temptation, especially one as old and set in his ways as Rumplestiltskin, but it's fine. It's not as if anyone is going to take this away from him. Not this time.
Where: Narnia.
When: The... whole... event.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gold eats the
The Story:
The first time Gold realizes there's a frozen forest beyond this bloody new wardrobe, he's content to simply turn around and walk back out into his room again, refusing to engage in this nonsense. The second time, he lingers long enough to take in the area, frowning as it calls to mind Ingrid's makeshift ice palace in the middle of Storybrooke's woods, which brings back poor memories, and he abandons it again.
By the third time, he's had his fill of Wonderland's shenanigans- this most recent event, and he finds the frozen hell in his damned closet to be a peaceful alternative and despite knowing the dangers of eating food in strange places, the temptation is far too great, and he's just been far too good about resisting temptation, hasn't he? It's exhausting, when all he really wants is his power back, so he can actively challenge this hellish Wonderland he's trapped in.
When the sweet melts on his tongue, he feels the sudden realization that perhaps he doesn't need to challenge Wonderland- or even escape from it. He's already found his escape. Yes, it's so simple, isn't it?
~*~
Three days later, Gold's missing, but his door is unlocked and his closet is thrown wide open, casting a chill in his room, beckoning anyone to come and find him if they so dare. The path beyond the lightpost leads to a makeshift castle made entirely of ice. It's not Gold's personal aesthetic, but he's managed to make do, even if it does feel a little like he's performing some homage to Ingrid and Elsa, which simply won't do.
Hence why the ice palace seems to have a blackened, corrupted hue, like ice made out of brackish water, a testament to the Dark One he once was, the Dark One somewhere deep down he still wants to be.
The Dark One that he can be if he stays here.
Even the purest hearted hero in the world can give into temptation, especially one as old and set in his ways as Rumplestiltskin, but it's fine. It's not as if anyone is going to take this away from him. Not this time.
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When did he get his power back?
"You can cast magic again?"
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He banishes it and places a hand on the small of her back to guide her towards the castle. "So long as I'm here, I can." He says it so flippantly, meant to dismiss the matter entirely, like if he doesn't seem to care about it at all, she won't realize he's doing it again- letting the dark win. Being a coward once more.
If only it was entirely the Turkish Delight that caused it.
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But this? It was like stepping back into the past and her natural response was absolute fear. She couldn't return to that state of uncertainty or distrust. She had given her trust over to him completely before arriving here, but this sudden shift in her personality was disarming.
"Is that why you want to stay here?" She asked, gasping in astonishment. Please let this be part of my imagination. Don't let him be back to how he was. "Is it because you have power?"