Hidden deep in a forest and shaded by immense pines. Lay a town where the unthinkable, is true.
That morning the woods like always was full of sound: The wind dancing among the blade-like leaves, the crisp stream finding its way between rocks, birdsong, and from time to time the chitter of insects. The town like the forest also was full of sound. The bells of docks and ships rung as fishermen set to work. People began to grow in clutters as they sent their children away off to school and they themselves set off to work. Waking up upon silk sheets the so called Mayor stretched lazily in her bed and let out a long groaning yawn. She squinted at her room of brilliant light, which by morning was always never undappled. Bright golden beams of light lanced down through her open window and flooded her room. She felt warm, and yet, so cold. Henry? She thought at first, glancing toward her clock to realize she had indeed slept in and that her son would be late. She rushed from the silked cloth that had kept her warm and- stopped.
Henry, she had forgot had spent the night with his mother, Emma. It was somehow because of this realization that the house seemed to grow in size, feeling ever so big and empty. She soothed herself with a shake of her head and gently made her bed. Careful not to leave a single edge unsmoothed or a wrinkle in the fabric. She had just dressed herself when their came a calm tap at her door. Not like the sort of knock, but a tap like something harder than a fist had knocked on it. She turned the knob and gave a confused expression upon greeting her visitor with a half-tired, half-awake voice. "Mr. Gold?"
"Ah, plesure to see you Mrs. Mayor." He smiled, his crooked teeth giving a jagged fearfull look as he walked past her and into her house.
"Come in." Regina sighed, closing the door and with it the sounds of life from outside. All now she could hear seemed to be the heavy foot steps as he walked around her house. She turned around to notice he had left the living room, following the steps and somewhat creeking floorboards she met back with him in the Kitchen.
"What do you think your doing?" She asked, folding her arms. Rumple peered away from the fridge and closed the door, a small sandwhich in hand.
"Oh nothing, I just came over for some ketchup." He smiled "Im afraid Ganny's Diner just ran out."
Ragina rolled her eyes and stepped closer, her bare feet meeting with the sudden coldness of the tile. "Bull. You expect me to think you came here just for that?" She said, aggitation carrying itself in her voice.
"Oh no, you wouldnt happen to have any milk?" He smiled sly, his voice covered in sarcasm.
"Get out?"
"Or what?"
"You really wanna find out?"
Rumple smiled at her threat, perhaps even faintly giggled. He took a bite from his sandwhich and limped toward the front door. Regina walking closely behind.
"You know actualy I wanted to ask if It would be fine if we had dinner sometime?" He said. Regina's eyes widened in confusion and she felt sort of struck back.
"A date?"
"Heavens no." He clarified. Perhaps a bit too harsh. "I just wanted to know if we could, say, tonight.?" He stepped outside onto her pourch.
"Why?" She prepared to close the door but stopped.
"Reasons I would prefer to keep to myself. But Its about Henry."
"What happened?"
"Nothing, You just make me a pleasing meal and I may just tell you."
"Or..." She crossed her arms and rested on the door frame, "You can tell me now."
Mr. Gold smiled. "Sorry Regina, But I would prefer to tell you tonight." He nodded before walking off cane in hand. Regina shut her eyes and sighed before closing her door. Why tonight? She asked herself. She stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge to put the ketchup back, and also to check to see if by any chance he had messed with anything. Of course much to her suprise everything remaind untouched. Not that there was much of anything in there. Guess she would have to go pick a few things up if she really was going to make a meal. Not that she wanted to cook for him. She groaned to herself, kicked the fridge close, and streatched her arms over the counter. "Fine." She stood up. "If thats how he's gonna play, I just gotta play him harder." Regina said to herself. She grabbed her purse, a black leathered pocket covered bag that carried everything she would basically ever need. And with one flick of her raven hair she was outside off on her way to pick up what she would need.