Rumple's Midnight Encounters: For sidhdennison
Rumplestiltskin was seated behind his desk to work on his curse when he was distracted by a whoosh of wind grazing his skin. He glanced somewhat irritated at his arm, as if the wind would still be visible, when he caught side of a note that had slipped on the floor. With a deep frown on his face the man bent forth to pick it up and read the letters one by one, carefully taking in this mysterious message.
"under the cut is nudity but no dicks, me being terrible sappy jerk, and lazy "art" with too many panels"
Slightly disturbed by the rather odd message, he threw the note aside and continued working on his spell. That is, until another gush of wind passed by and with a second stern look he found a new note lying at his feet. Once again he took it off the floor and looked at it, eyes tracing the lines in silence.
The image depicted him in a rather intimate pose.
Getting more and more disturbed, the golden man lifted himself reluctantly from his seat and sauntered to the teleport that was standing in a corner of the room. He stood by its side with his arm leaning against the machine and waited patiently. There it was again; another trace of air blowing as the teleport activated and with only a small amount of its power sent another item through. This time as Rumplestiltskin picked it up and studied it he snickered and started to giggle loudly.
"for those of you who are wondering what we're freaking out about
this is one of the first pictures i drew of rumples"
With a swift movement of the arm he hauled down the lever and the teleport functioned fully, buzzing and sizzling until in it a short, thin and dark sort-of Mohawk looking boy appeared who looked dazzled in front of him and was clutching a computer. Rumplestiltskin grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of the teleport area.
"So, tell me, lad," he started in his rasping Scottish accent, "Who are you and why are you so bloody brilliant?"
The boy blinked at him, placing the computer aside, hesitated. "Um," he started, evidently lacking confidence and words, "um, I go by Santiago." He mumbled, eyes sliding to the computer on the ground.
"You must be gifted to draw a man you've never seen." Rumplestiltskin said grinning.
"I am?" Santiago replied doubtingly. "Thanks man."
The imp laughed. "I like you." He said, sitting down on his very own desk, one leg over the other, as he studied the boy. "Perhaps not your neon colored clothes, but the black and the glitter certainly make up for it."
Santiago threw his hands up in the air and let out an exaggerated cry. "You don't like the way I dress?" he mewled.
"There, there," Rumplestiltskin replied hastily, shocked by the dramatic response of his guest. "I said I like your glitter. I did not mean," he hesitated, "Well, I like your glitter. A glitter makes a man sexy, don't you agree?" He ran a hand through his own wild curls and eyed the boy.
"Not everyone can be like you. Not everyone can be fabulosa." Santiago mocked, slightly calming down.
"True, dearie." Rumplestiltskin said.
"Why, um, did you bring me here?" Santiago tried, and the imp visibly sighed.
"I received your notes and thought it'd be nice to meet you."
"My notes? I never wrote notes? Drawings, yes, but no notes. Like, drawings of you and of, like, well, you with little on you."
Rumplestiltskin raised a brow. "You draw Rumple-porn?" he asked, watching the boy flush.
With his hands waving through the air Santiago shouted an excuse, "I thought you'd never find out. You or your actor, or Gold. Or are you Gold already a bit? Um…"
The imp leaned back on the desk. "And what does this have to mean?" Rumplestiltskin said as he held up another note. "I've been getting them for months. Here, listen: IF YOU ARE ROBERT CARLYLE, please click here. Who is Robert Carlyle?"
Seeing Rumplestiltskin's frown Santiago had to laugh. "Oh, that's seriously not cool, man. Robert's your actor, y'know. But I get what's going on. You've been receiving parts and pieces of my blog."
The imp's eye twitched. "Your," he hesitated, "blog."
"Yeah, as in, my online 'notes', y'know. Um, a place where I upload my drawings and stuff." Santiago tried to explain it but seeing the puzzled look on Rumple's face he knew he wasn't getting very far. "Okay, here," He pointed at the computer he'd been carrying when he had been teleported to fairy tale land. "This thing is a computer. If you've got electricity you can go onto the internet and leave things there like texts and like um, drawings, y'know."
Rumplestiltskin came closer and leaned over the boy, inching closer and closer until both were mere inches apart. Santiago looked up expectantly as the golden imp revealed another piece of paper. "Interesting. I would like to keep this 'computer'," he said.
Santiago nodded. "But for a price," the boy replied.
"Naturally," the imp replied, trapping the boy against the nearest wall. "I anticipated you would want something in return. So I have an offer to make. Your 'computer' in exchange for this."
He showed him the note, actually another of Santiago's drawings, and watched the boy flush. "Like what you see?"
But Santiago could only squeal. "Fabulosa." He finally whispered as he calmed down, and watched how the imp's grin grew. "I've got a few more ideas for you to draw." The golden man whispered in his ear.
But Rumplestiltskin was left grabbing air and groaned as his guest had faded. "Time has been limited." He muttered, annoyed by the way his interesting meeting had ended. The drawings he pinned to the wall, next to the one of a dinosaur. A computer gave the possibility to 'blog' which the imp found a very interesting concept. Perhaps if he could go 'online' he could see more of Santiago's work. His snake-like eyes fell upon the computer which had been left behind.
"Can't hurt to give it a try."
