LONDON ♔ i'm trapped alive and i've been burned | there's nothing left and nothing learned.

[undealt]

♬ when i first met him- julia murney

WHO || Belle and Gold [closed]
WHAT || Belle gets a message in a dream.
WHERE || Inside Belle's brain ????
WHEN || an explosion goes off in the distance
HOW || actionspam

It's been several months since anyone has heard from Auric Gold. Rumors have flown, and given the man's display of pyrotechnics on Andres, it's no wonder he's been given a wide berth, so long as he's not lighting up people for fun, and as the incidents on Andres were found to be related to a mysterious dagger and a son that Gold knows nothing about, the matter has since been laid aside, as other concerns crop up and take attention from the Knights.

It probably isn't the first time a knight has fled and it won't be the last, and there's nothing in his flight that suggests the matter need be pursued, assuming Gold will either come back on his own to face his demons or resurface whether for good or for ill. In the meantime, Gaston remains (surprisingly if you know anything about the Dark One, which even Gold doesn't) unharmed, which probably goes the farthest for pointing out that his self-imposed exile doesn't make him a threat, regardless of the truths that came out that fateful October afternoon.

He has not made contact with anyone, not even his familiar, who has been left at the castle to be taken care of by anyone who will take pity on a crocodile. In six months, no one has so much as heard a whisper of a suggestion of where he might be or when he might be coming back, or if he'll come back at all.

And then one evening, Belle goes to sleep in her bed, and as she drifts into a dream, there's Gold, a bit shabbier than he may have been when she last left him, but smiling all the same. There's a strangeness in his gaze- how he doesn't quite see her or meet her eyes, but it's unmistakably him.

"Belle," he begins, softly, addressing a point slightly to the left of her.

Comments

[untethered]

[ he has his chambers, behind those big golden doors in the round table room \o\ ]

[impetere]

[Which was the first place she was going to look anyway! So they head up to the round table room, and as they make their way inside, Cora ... makes a face.]

We probably should have called first.

[That's what you do when you don't want to disturb your boss's beauty sleep.]

[untethered]

I have feeling he'll understand. [ belle gathers herself, before rapping on those doors, and then stepping backwards with the others. moments later, the doors swing wide, golden light filling the chamber, that she quickly looks away from. when they close, wynn stands there, looking at them. ] We're very sorry to interrupt you, sir.

[fuckingneal]

[Neal doesn't even go here, but maybe that's why he doesn't have an issue clearing his throat and speaking up.]

We're here about my father.

[impetere]

Sir Gold contacted Sir Desrosiers tonight and we think that the information he's looking for could end badly for him.

[To sum up. Cora doesn't know how much Wynn already knows about Gold's situation because ... he's Wynn and most of the time it seems like he knows everything. Usually.]

[wynn]

[ wynn looks between y'all with evident concern in the crease of his brow ] And what information do you speak of?

[wanttobeahero]

[ Henry's just as concerned as you, Wynn. ] He wants to know more about the Dark One and what that means for him.

[wynn]

The Dark One. [ he looks over at belle and neal ]

[fuckingneal]

The whole... magic thing we talked about. [He tried to tell you it was bad news, Wynn. He tried.]

[impetere]

From what Neal says, there's a chance that he could go too far looking for answers and we're hoping to try and stop him before he does.

[wynn]

This matter certainly seems to bear further investigation. Problematically, however, I'm certain Sir Gold will be quite skilled in making himself difficult to locate.

[impetere]

Magically, maybe. But if you can get a general area, I could probably track him by scent. He probably wouldn't think to obscure that.

[Because everyone in this room knows she's a werewolf.


... Except for Neal. Oops.]

[fuckingneal]

[If only someone knew what city he was hanging out in... Oh wait, that's Faye. Y'all grabbed the wrong character of mine bc Neal is pretty useless currently. He gives Cora an odd look for the whole scent tracking thing, but it's not really the time to ask what the hell she means by that.]

[wynn]

I can speak with Hasmed, and see what he might be able to do in regards to attempting to pinpoint an area where he might have gone.

[wanttobeahero]

[ Mmmm yeah Henry maybe should have mentioned his girlfriend is a werewolf. Whoops. SORRY, DAD. ]

Thanks. We definitely appreciate it.

[impetere]

[Cora nods in agreement, before looking to Belle, making sure that this is still okay with her.]

[untethered]

[ she looks a little torn because she knows he didn't want her trying to track him down but that's EXACTLY WHY SHE HAS TO, so she nods ] Anything you can do, sir.

[impetere]

[Cora nods in agreement, before reaching over and giving Belle's hand a small squeeze of support.]

Thank you.