I have a sense about people

Send me an "Excuse Me" and I'll tell you my muse's reaction to being Interrupted while...

"Kiss me."

"Is it me making you nervous or are you always this shy?"

"Shy? Me?"

"Kiss me."

He smiled at her blush, the stutter and confused look were both pluses; his smiling widening when she actually followed his request. “Well, that’s better treatment than I deserve considering I’ve got about three books terribly overdue that I still have no intention to return any time soon.” 

"O-oh... That's okay... All you'd have to do was renew them. You can still probably do that if you would, I mean if you want to... I'm sure no one's waiting for them. I-I never get many visitors."

Upon her travels, Belle noticed a face she hadn't seen since she had been in the castle. The adventurer blinked her eyes and smiled, knowing that her warrior attire must be different from the princess dress he had last seen her in. "Robin Hood... I never thought I'd see you again.. I trust your travels have been well since we last parted?"

"Yes... It's me," The brunette replied, closing the distance between herself and the man, raising her hands to show she meant no thread to him. She swallowed nervously at how he gazed at her, questions filling his eyes. She raised her brows at his curiously, wondering why he was so curious, forgetting that her circumstances were phenomenal; to walk away from the Dark One's castle, alive.

"Rumpel..." She trailed off, her voice coated with melancholic worry. "I realized that we haven't talked about something important... So, can we talk?"

His heart twinged at the beginning of tears in those beautiful eyes. “Oh, no, sweetheart…” Slowly, the spinner drew closer, reaching up with gentle fingers to wipe such precious tears. She hardly needed to cry. None of this was her fault, none of it. The blame lay with him…and Regina. “Don’t cry.” Even if it was so painful, even if it happened…they were together now. At least, for now. And no matter how short or how long it lasted, Gold was going to enjoy as much of it as he possibly could. 

"Th-thank you," she said, stepping forward and leaning in to close the distance between the two of them. She pressed her lips to his, wanting to be as close to him as possible, feeling the weight lifted off of her shoulders, burden lifted from her heart. Now we can move on, we can move past this.

{Half sentence meme} I want to...

"You’re, um.." Dallas was flushing. "You’re really beautiful, you know."

"I-I...I am?"

"I’m bloody adorable."

"That is very true."

Put one of these in my askbox

"Rumpel..." She trailed off, her voice coated with melancholic worry. "I realized that we haven't talked about something important... So, can we talk?"

Realization entered his gaze, mouth slightly opening as she spoke; so hesitant and…soft. It was almost nostalgic, bringing to mind the glint of simple porcelain, the smell of spices, magic, and a rosy perfume that had only begun to linger in the hallways. And even then, his heart slowly sank. The Queen! Your friend, the Queen! Oh, how cruel the very sentiment seemed to him, even to this very moment when all Belle had done was forgive him. “Don’t…love. Don’t apologize.” 

"You waited for me...?" She asked calmly, though her pitched raised with the saturated sadness. She had tried to come back for him, she told herself she would, but she had never managed to escape before the curse broke out. It made her heart sink at the image of him waiting for her, day in and day out, she could only imagine him waiting and spinning, waiting and spinning, just as he must have when thinking about his son--does this mean it had honestly pained him?

He wasn’t put off by her shaking her head. She was lost and confused…and her so-called friends weren’t helping in any way. He sat down on the edge of her bed and placed the cookies beside her.

She took a bite and her expression changed to confusion. She wasn't sure if she liked the cookie or not. It seemed like everything people told her she used to like was odd to her--but that might be because the others tried too hard, or shoved it down her throat. She wasn't her old self anymore, she was just her self. She was scared that they didn't like the current Belle, but that's all she could be.

A smile settle on his lips; eyes filled with a peaceful expression aided by his expressives eyebrows. “—Hey little one, it’s been awhile indeed…” the voice spoke more softly than usual; light, without the usual heavy annoyance behind it. “I’ve been… Myself. —How have you been?”

{Half sentence meme} I want to...

Dallas reached out shyly, his arm shaking slightly before gently pulling his fingers through her hair, a soft smile on his face. 

Another giggle bubbled from the brunette's lips upon the boy's touch, the corners of her mouth tugging, stretching into a brighter smile. Instead of using her words, she just looked at him a moment, her smile still upon her lips as a silent consent, also telling him that she felt just as shy as he did.