That would be Constable Hamlet.

Oh there it was. Hamish couldn't contain it any longer. He burst into the most high pitched, and tittering fit of giggles he had ever had the misfortune to experience. It took him a while, but he was eventually able to calm himself to the point that he was able to place the book down, and follow Belle into the kitchen.

The opportunity was too ripe to pass up. 

"Well, thank you~" Hamish was just happy to be in Storybrooke again. He observed his hand discreetly, for a moment or two after Belle left him to find the menu. It felt... Warmer, and tinglier. However, biological reactions were stuffed aside as Hamish set about to draping himself over the nearest piece of furniture, in the most authentic 'accidentally sexy' pose possible. Perhaps he should accessorize with a book?

"No, I'm just enough." He retorted, feeling unusually playful now that he was in the presence of the sorely missed Miss French. He nodded his head and began to follow her. "Good thing I caught you in time then~" 

"I did say something!" Hamish protested. "I mentioned I had some time off, and was thinking of travelling again!" Hamish knew that he never actually said he was going to visit; it was a nice treat for Belle after all. But really, how could he have stayed away?

Belle moved quickly, and soon Hamish's hands were removed from her person. He quickly backed up, and put up a leg to cover his middle, and positioned his arms to cover his face. 

Surprise! || Correspondance!Verse || Closed

Hamish walked up to the library, certain that the person he sought was inside. She often complained of a lack of variation in her day-to-day living, after all. 

Hamsh bit back the urge to respond with some cheesy line about the flowers not being as beautiful as the Belle standing before him. He simply smiled, and nodded with her observation. "They'll look lovely wherever you put them."

"Well, it’s a small town and not many really like it," she told him. “But I think it’s lovely." She said, smiling. “I mean, I’ve always really wanted adventure, travel.. but I think if I could settle in a little place like this.. life would be good. I could be happy." She said, truly meaning her words.

"Aye, small towns do have their charm. Especially once people get used to you being around." Hamish paused, hearing Belle's choice of words. "... Could? Are you not settled in, Mi-.. Belle?" He questioned her, a bit curious. To him, it seemed like she was fitting in just fine!

Belle couldn’t help the startled squeak as she dropped the book and spun around, facing him. When she saw who it was, however, the surprise died down and a smile took its place. “Hamish Macbeth!" She chided him gently. “You know I don’t like to be surprised when I’m reading."

Hamish couldn't prevent the cheeky grin that erupted on his face; Belle was just as cute as he remembered her. "I'm sorry love, I couldn't resist." He apologised as he backed up, well out of swatting range. 

Return || hamish-macbeth & tohavelovedabeast

Hamish was quiet as he opened the door to the library that he had visited once a number of months ago. Silently, he opened the door to the old building, hoping to surprise the woman he suspected was inside. 

"Really?" She asked, raising her brows. "And to Storybrooke specifically?" She asked, curious. "I mean... we aren't exactly a town that gets a lot of visitors. Speaking of, if the townsfolk seem a bit stand offish, it's not you. It's like that with any visitor. Were just not used to them is all." T though Belle was the warmer of some of the townsfolk.

"Well, not to Stoybrooke specifically..." Hamish trailed off, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I landed in Portland, then just decided to drive until I found a place to stay for the night. Storybrooke seemed as good as any place, so I checked in here." He recounted his journey to Belle, perfectly happy to prattle on as they continued to walk to the stables. 

Belle smiled, and threw on the shirt. The bottom of it soaked up the water from the tub, but that was fine. As long as she was covered, after all!

Slowly, Hamish turned around. He exhaled when he saw that Belle was indeed covered. He considered what she said before nodding. "Aye, that it would. But hopefully by then we'll have a proper shirt..." Hamish sighed and leaned against the bathroom counter.

MacAvoy watched as the officer went out of sight. He took out the whiskey and finished the last bit. It wasn’t like it would hurt to empty the bottle before discarding it. Which he did, into mail box he believed for a trash can. "Good enough.." He murmured to himself before treading on.

Some time later, and Hamish had finished his walking patrol. Calling to Jock, he turned and left to find the priest that he had left some time earlier. Easily sauntering though the streets of Lochdubh, the police constable soon arrived at the local eatery and went in. 

"Indeed, I do read." Hamish chuckled. "It was a book that brought me here to America, actually." Hamish continued their conversation, pleased that they wouldn't lapse into awkward silence.