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This is just to let you all know that Rumple has been moved. This account wasn’t working out for me because I am horrible at multitasking and I have made him a side-muse on my Belle account. I’ve done this with a few of my muses, since Belle has been my most active muse over the years and it’s easier just to have everyone in one single place. He is a secondary muse on Belle’s account, and he doesn’t get to roleplay often since I am slowly getting the hang of writing him again, but...he is active. This is the easiest way to still be able to write him, because honestly it was just such a shame that I could only write him for a year before canon events stamped out my will. Now my will is back.

MIna grinned in amusement at his huff and accepted the paper from him. She opened it, and read it and when she really let it sink in, she paled. Her heart started hammering in her chest and she thougth she was going to pass out.

Without a word, she folded it back and slid it past to him, her mouth in a grim line, “He’s dead. Anything else is a rumor.” 

But there was fear in her eyes 

Belle flashed a smile at him and trotted over to him, her excitement threatening to bubble over her careful calmness.

“I couldn’t wait to see you. I’ve got something for you…” She tugged at her lip with her teeth in attempt to hide her growing grin as she finally dug out a tiny box from deep inside her bag.

Her eyes shone brightly up at him. “Open it.”

“Since when do you care about politeness?” she asked and ate more of her blueberry pancakes with an amused look, “I seem to think your blunt nature is why I like you.” 

She didn’t like the vagueness, some might enjoy the buildup of drama but she didn’t. There was too much to get done and only 24 hours in a day, “Out with it, what do you have that I might find interesting? 

A small huff left him, accompanied by an amused sound in his throat. Rumple found it difficult to believe that anyone, besides Belle and perhaps Henry, truly liked him. 

He situated himself to sit up a bit straighter and opened his jacket, his hand delving into an inner pocket. He pulled out a folded piece of old parchment, torn and creased. Smoothly, delicately he slid it across the bar to her. Only then did his eyes move to fix on her again, curious to watch her reaction as she opened it. “It was left in my shop, sometime between when I closed last night and when I opened this morning. Tell me what you make of it.” The paper was what Rumple discerned to be a page ripped from a journal. From reading it, looking past faded words and splotched ink, one may have concluded that Dracula was believed to be alive by the writer.

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He was quiet as he made his way through the crowd, nodding occasionally and even exchanging a handshake with a few familiar faces. Evander Gold wasn’t one for crowds and preferred the quiet solitude of his home, but Christmastime was in the air and it was difficult not to feel its pull. Many of the folks in town seemed to feel the same way, seeing how they congregated around the town square, swarming around the large tree in its center. In half an hour, give or take, the mayor would turn on the lights, and everyone visited with friends and family and sipped warm beverages as they waited.

He found himself being drawn to a refreshment table where the drinks and snacks were being sold. “A coffee, please.” The young man working the table nodded, echoing the order to the others preparing drinks. “Three-fifty,” he told Evander. To which Evander produced a five-dollar bill from his wallet and offered it forth. “You can keep the change.” He didn’t have smaller change and it wasn’t a huge difference. He also knew all proceeds would go to help the local children’s home. 

Mina took a step back, her guard up as soon as he moved closer, “I’m not crossing the line. I’m jumping a portal. I’m going home. I’m seeing what family I have left. And if I’m alone, and they’re all dead, so what? I’ve been alone for a long time. Dracula saw to that. The curse you waved in that psychotic bitch’s face ensured it. At least people there think like I do. At least I don’t have people telling me my brand of justice is wrong. I can be useful here. I’m not useful here.”

“Aye, though I insist on noting that this was not a decision made of my own will, but that of the young lad who insisted someone make you look at least wanted in the present company,” Killian muttered coarsely as he threw himself into the opposite side of the booth, glad to be away from the main rabble of the party, his temperament not suited to the festive celebrations for such prolonged periods of time. 

Rumple’s expression cooled as Killian sat, claiming a seat there of his own accord, uninvited, though there was a dormant sort of agitation shining in his eyes. “Yes, do join me,” he bit out acerbically, teeth showing. “Make yourself at home.” 

I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, I promise. I’m looking for a job and here over the last few days all of a sudden I’m getting calls back from places I’ve applied to. I actually have an interview tomorrow, wish me luck ;-) 

Anyway this weekend I’ll be back around. Maybe even tomorrow night, depending on how the day goes. Message me if you need anything.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all had/are having a good time and staying safe. It was a little underwhelming where I live...pretty much no one decorated or handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Better luck next year. 

I’ll be here tomorrow. Tonight I’m tired so I may just hang out on my Belle blog. Message me if you need anything!