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Enter Rumpelstiltskin inflamed with the magic of the dagger therefore making him enslaved to Belle because she's holding the shit.
But she doesn't know anything about the knife…yet.
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2X12 AT THE END!
READ WITH CAUTION!
Chapter 13!
That voice; Her master's voice.
Belle spun around.
"Rumplestil-"
But the words died in her throat when she saw him, lingering in the doorway, hovering between inside and out.
He looked…inhuman.
He looked awful.
Belle blinked and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face.
"R-Rumplestiltskin?"
He didn't look at her; instead he just stared down at the floor, not moving an inch.
His hair obscured most of his face and his chest rose and fell laboriously, as if he was terribly winded.
Belle's grip tightened on the knife and she carefully stepped forward.
"Are you ill?"
Rumpelstiltskin shook his head and continued to stare at the floor.
"Are you well?"
He nodded affirmative and kept staring, transfixed, at the floor.
Belle noticed that he wouldn't look her in the eye.
"Is there something wrong Rumpelstiltskin?" she said, trying to suppress the alarm in her voice.
Again, he shook his head and Belle took another small step closer to him.
"W-Why are you not s-speaking to me?"
He sighed deeply.
"I haven't had…permission."
Belle halted.
"Why would you need 'permission' to speak?"
"Because it has yet to be given." he said matter-of-factly.
"Mistress."
"Mistress?!"
Belle repeated in disbelief, her hand still holding tight to the dagger.
"Why do you call me Mistress, Rumpelstiltskin?"
"Because you are!" he replied.
"I shall heed your every command!" he smiled slightly, "You are my Mistress now."
"Do not mock me!" she wailed angrily.
Rumpelstiltskin flinched like a skittish mare.
"Do not toy with me as you do everyone else!"
She screamed, letting the book fall to the ground with a loud thud.
She glared at him; all the hurt and resentment rushing to the surface of her mind at once, like a great flood.
And Belle was drowning.
"Why did you come back?" she hissed bitterly.
"Because you bade me come." he replied; humility coating every word.
"I-I don't understand."
"You called me and I came." he replied surely.
"I will always come when you call me Mistress."
"I've been calling you for three weeks!" she yelled, her eyes welling with tears of frustration.
"Why have you not come until now?!"
He remained silent.
"Answer me!" Belle screamed as hot tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"Why have you not returned until now?"
"Because..." he rubbed his temples as he searched for a way to explain.
"I am bound to you."
"What do you mean?"
"I must-"
"Look me in the eye!"
Rumpelstiltskin swallowed and sheepishly rose his head, his wavy curtain of hair fell back over his sharp face.
And that's when Belle saw his eyes.
"My God." She whispered, covering her mouth with her free hand.
They were black.
Rumpelstiltskin stared at her un-blinking, awaiting any order that she might give him.
Her wish was his command now.
He was a slave to her behest.
The knife trembled in her grasp.
"Y-Your eyes." She stuttered as she pointed a shaking finger at him.
"Do they dis-please you?" he said, hanging his head again in docility.
Belle stepped closer to him.
"Why are they black? What has happened to you?"
"I am enslaved to you now!"
"Enslaved?"
"My eyes are the only way you can tell my loyalty Mistress."
"Tell what?" she muttered, stopping directly in front of him.
"That I belong to you of course!" he pointed to the knife as he held her gaze.
"My eyes are the gateway into my soul."
He giggled again, the high-pitched shriek Belle had grown so familiar with.
"...and now even that belongs to you."
"You have no soul." She spat callously.
"As you say Mistress."
"Stop calling me 'Mistress' Rumpelstiltskin! I'm Belle! Belle!" she shuddered.
"Do you not remember me?"
"Oh, I know exactly who you are."
"Then tell me!" she tipped his chin up with her fingertip.
"Tell me who I am to you."
He leaned into her touch as a pet horse or dog would do.
Belle closed her eyes and caressed his mud-streaked cheek.
"Who am I to you Rumpelstiltskin?"
"My True Love."
WELL, WELL, WELL…..
I was shocked by tonight's episode of Once.
Cora + Rumpelstiltskin = PAST LOVERS?!
O_o
Needless to say...that shit took me aback.
Nooooo, it should be equals mortal enemies! Equals hated rivals!
Not 'master' and 'lover'
I just hope Regina isn't like Rumpelstiltskin's bastard chid or something off the wall...