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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 23, 2013 23:46:02 GMT -5
"Yes. Dying." the bleakness of it all was hitting her. She had refused to believe that Hans, simple... strong, faithful, smiling Hans would ever fade from this world. She thought he would be tied to her for the rest of her existence, as an unwanted husband... but now that she faced the fact that he could be gone by tomorrow... she had unwittingly come to see him as a constant friend. The only friend she had in this place and status.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 21:42:51 GMT -5
"Well that is a problem." he replied
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 21:57:45 GMT -5
"You can save him." It wasn't a request; it was a fact.
Of course he had to have known about it, why else would Rumpelstiltskin BE here? Did he want her to beg??
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 21:59:00 GMT -5
"Well, it depends on what is wrong with him," he said
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 22:15:18 GMT -5
"Fever." Else blurted. "It's been burning in him for two nights now and..." It was talking it's toll on the rest of him. Strong Hans... now hanging on by a weak thread. "Everyone is saying it is useless... that it would even be BETTER if he were to...to die."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 22:15:57 GMT -5
"Better?" he tilted his head, "How so?"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 22:24:04 GMT -5
"For the very same reason you bartered me off to this kingdom in the FIRST place!" Else retorted, getting upset. "Because he is a fool, an idiot, not fit to rule and yet HE slayed the Ogre..."
She walked away, knowing full well that he could reappear in front of her at will. She was getting restless, and angry. "They want a perfect King for their Clever Queen..."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 22:25:48 GMT -5
He watched her walk back and forth. "That's what... they say, is it?" He tilted his head, "And tell me dearie, what do you say?"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 22:40:58 GMT -5
"What do I say?" Else huffed. Not sure where this was all leading... but the question did resonate with her. No one had asked her how she felt about the arrangement...it was just assumed that she wanted nothing to do with Hans. For how could she? He was a dolt and she a vigorous and expanded mind.
"I say..." she started, no longer answering the imp, but herself. "... tah hell with them." And there was the England born peasant who had disappeared for so long. "'Don't slouch, Else. Only side-saddle, Else. The RIGHT hand is blessed by the gods, Else.'" She ranted. "'Don't slurp your soup too loud, Hans. No one word replies, Hans. Stop getting so DIRTY, Hans!'" Her heart was pounding. "Who are they to say what makes a perfect King and Queen? He has a passion for the soil and I for the people!"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 22:47:22 GMT -5
He laughed. "There you are. I was wondering where you had gone."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 23:00:29 GMT -5
His words tore her away from her self-realizing rant. She blinked at him in confusion.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 23:02:29 GMT -5
He jabbed a gnarled finger inches from her heart. "You, dearie, are a clever girl with a strong heart, who will fight to the very end for the ones that she loves." He smiled at her. It was not comforting. "Am I wrong?"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 23:10:13 GMT -5
"I think you already know that you are not." Else answered bluntly. "You've already taken advantage of that Achilles heel in the past."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 23:12:00 GMT -5
"I'm glad to see that you are still that girl," he replied, "and that the time trapped in this palace hasn't... civilized... that out of you."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 23:19:24 GMT -5
"Hans has... kept that part of me intact." It was true. Seeing his daily frustrations to fit in to the pristine role he was forced into reminded her of her own struggles. "I... I don't want him to die..."
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