Title: Writing on the Table
Warning: EXTREEEEEEEMELY angsty smut ahead
Summary: Rumple is visited by Belle while in prison; ddagent’s prompt “Rum takes her on the War Council Table after everybody else leaves”
Snippet: “Don’t do this, love. Don’t do this to me again.”
Her eyebrows creased together, just as they always did at this part of his dreams. “Don’t do what?”
He cringed and looked away. “Make me believe that you’re alive when I know it’s just a dream.”
Author’s Note: … yeah, this thing kinda got away from me. Sorry bout that, Kelly. But here, I’ll try to explain: Like many other Rumbelle fans, my heart broke a little bit when Mary Margaret and Emma were talking about Rumple in his dungeon cell. The lines, “How did he keep from going mad?” and then, “He didn’t”, in particular, got to me. Like with all things that make me sad, though, I started to dissect it – for example, I don’t see him as the type to go as batshit crazy as he was in the first and second episodes just by being locked up by himself for a few months. Granted, that might be a little too dismissive of his human side, but you’ve gotta think: dude’s been basically all alone for 300 years, Belle and his escapades with Regina excluded, so isolation really shouldn’t mess with him that much. Naturally, then, I started thinking about what might have made him so nuts, and, because I’m an incredibly sick person, I decided to fic it – please forgive me.
I WAS NOT READY FOR THE END