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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 22:58:23 GMT -5
Else eyed him suspiciously.
"That is all?" She couldn't believe it. No seriously, she could NOT believe that it was that simple. "Why?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 22:59:20 GMT -5
"Well, given how little help I actually was, I hardly think I can ask for more."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:04:01 GMT -5
She knew that there was more hidden under the mask of the imp... but she wanted to be out of his presence. She took a sharp letter-opener dagger from the side table by the bed and swiftly sliced through a lock of her ashy brown hair.
Else held the tress out to the Dark One.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 23:05:09 GMT -5
He took it from her and it vanished somewhere into his cloak. "And from your love."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:09:18 GMT -5
Else narrowed her eyes at him and the way he said 'love'. So mocking for such a believer in it.
The queen walked up to her dear husband and took a golden lock from him in the same fashion. She extended her hand out to the imp, but before he could take it, she closed her fist around it and held it to her chest.
"Before you go, and believe when I say that I hope never to see you again..." Else stated. "... You said it was an ancient curse that my husband had suffered from, possible dug up from the earth. How are we to avoid it again in the future?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 23:11:39 GMT -5
"I can give you protection," he replied, "in exchange for..." he looked thoughtful, "In exchange for a favor."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:18:03 GMT -5
A FAVOR?
"That seems an awfully big price for 'protection'." Else finally replied. "We now know that a kiss can cure it... I just needed to know where this accursed patch of soil is... to prevent some else from falling prey to it..."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 23:22:31 GMT -5
A bottle ghosted into his hand. "The curse is quick acting, The field that he worked the day he was ill must be the cursed one. Coat the blade of a plow with this ointment and the see that the field is plowed. That will remove the curse." He held it out to her, "And as to the favor... I arranged for you to meet your love. I rarely create such... good." He smiled, "I would like you to write to me once a year, telling me about your lives together." Glancing around the room, he touched a pen, which glowed faintly. "Use this quill and your letter will get to me."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:29:25 GMT -5
Else accepted the quill, completely boggled.
She went to give him the lock of Hans' hair, but saw that it was already in the imp's clutches.
She looked down at the quill. "I... don't know what to say..." Else stammered. "We will be sure to do as you say, to purge the field... but... why such a strange fascination with our lives?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 23:30:30 GMT -5
"Like I said," he smiled, "I rarely do good. It's something that I want to keep a record of."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:35:52 GMT -5
Else of course didn't believe that was the full truth of it.
"If that is your price...and it doesn't entail actually seeing you in person... then I accept."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 23:37:24 GMT -5
He set the bottle down. "A pleasure doing business with you dearie," he gave a bow and started to fade out, leaving only his voice, "And may the two of you have a long and happy life together."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:42:09 GMT -5
Else watched as the imp faded. She walked over to the desk where Rumpelstiltskin had set the bottle down, and she held it up, examining the ointment inside.
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Jan 27, 2013 23:46:05 GMT -5
Hans reached out a hand to his wife now that the strange little man was gone.
"My Else..." He said.
Else put the bottle down and joined her husband, sitting on his lap. He liked her closeness. He put his strong arms around her.
"Else is happy?" Hans asked. She seemed happy. More happy then she ever had, though the little man had made her less happy for a moment.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 23:52:45 GMT -5
Else smiled broadly.
Perhaps the advisers were unhappy with their peasant-like behavior, perhaps they still had some accursed soil to exercise evil from, and perhaps Else STILL was in the dark about why exactly Rumpelstiltskin took such an interest in Hans and her...
But for now, she was perfectly content nestled up against her large, strong, HEALTHY husband and knew now that she adored him as much as he adored her.
"Yes, Husband." Else replied. "Else is VERY happy..."
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