A new writing exercise with some friends where we take turns prompting a word each day and write to it. The first was 'leather', and now today is 'dreams'. It seems everything is coming out Rumbelle.
for you I'd bleed myself dry
He bleeds in his dreams, for Belle and Bae, rarely ever for himself. There are nights when he wakes up and just looking at Belle sets his soul on fire in the worst of ways.
On those nights, just the sight of her blue eyes and brown curls creates a crushing guilt that threatens to shatter him.
Nights like tonight, however, he wakes up surrounded by her arms and her warmth and it's easier to breathe knowing she is alive. Belle kisses his bare shoulder as she slides a leg between his in an effort to pull him closer.
Rumpelstiltskin goes willingly in an attempt to lose himself in her warmth.
"I love you," she whispers in a voice that is colored with the rough undertones of sleep and tinged with exhaustion. There is another distinct tone to her voice that affects him more than any bleeding nightmare ever will.
It is the sound of tears and a clear-cut ache.
She is hemorrhaging just as much as he is.