Happily Ever After
Summary: She hadn't gotten her happily ever after in her own fairy tail. Maybe she could get it in another's? IY/Once Upon A Time drabbles. Some connected some not.
AN: Contains spoilers for anyone not past welll the first five episodes of season one. XD
Mr. Gold (Rumpelstiltskin)
She had moved stumbled upon the shop by accident, merely taking a break in the small town of Storybrooke, an odd name for a town if you asked her, from her cross country road trip. The shop was large yet homey, and smelled of dust and oil. The lighting was dim and she could see the dust dance in the shafts of light that peered in through the stain glass windows.
It was breath taking, an antique shop of sorts? It gave off a warm feeling, it was nostalgic. Her almost forgotten miko powers buzzed lightly, not having been used in years, this place was alive with magic, it made her shiver.
"How can I help you?" The male voice made her jump, startled she turned towards the owner of said voice and gave a strained smile.
"You scared me half to death!" He merely gave her a small grin, a golden tooth glinting in the light.
"I'm sorry my dear, we wouldn't want that now would we? Is there anything I can help you with?" He gave her a smooth smile as he leaned on the counter, his cane resting in his hand next to him.
She merely shook her head, returning his smile. "No, I'm just looking, you have such a nice shop..." Her fingers ran over a small china cup, it was blue and white and had a small chip in it. It was charming.
He paused his eyes zeroing in on the small cup, he had left it at home, locked up in a safe place, yet there it sat being caressed by this young woman! Devious little thing! How she had made it into the town was beyond him, she was not a 'fairytale' character of any sort...normal humans couldn't enter their town...
It was then he felt it, magic! It was buzzing around her! He gave a small giggle.
Magic drew other magic...hers was pure...strong...
He moved to stand next to her, placing a hand on hers. "Would you like to hear the story of this little cup?" His eyes seemed to glow as she looked into them. She could only nod, her need to stay and listen to him spin tales surging forth out of nowhere.
Deep down she knew she had been ensnared in something, pulled into a devious plot...yet she could only smile as he asked her to sit down at a table and offered her tea.