Synopsis: Belle French lives alone and she likes it that way. She’s lived alone ever since the terrible car accident which killed her mother and claimed her eyesight. Belle spends her days painting, in complete solitude, until one day she wakes up and hears movement outside. Somebody has moved into the cottage next door. She had grown comfortable in her solitary existence until Mr Gold crashes into her life. Now her future is uncertain, like a blank canvas, waiting for her to apply the paint and decide what kind of story she is creating.
Note: Yeah sorry this didn’t happen for last Friday. This chapter was inspired by answering a question @rowofstars had about the fic, namely to do with Neal and Gold and their history. So thank you very much, that question helped me immensely 🙂
Warning: I probably should have put this on the other chapters as well. Deals with depression and anxiety.
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It had taken
about ten minutes to wipe down the garden furniture. The spiderwebs, and
splattered dirt from the rain splashes, wiped away with a little bit of elbow
grease. It was good wood and cleaned easily. Once that was done Gold returned
to his cottage, it was time he called Neal back. Gold hit speed dial and
waited, his heart pounding with every ring. Perhaps Neal had gone out, and he
would have to try again later.Talking with
Belle had helped him calm down and think about the situation more logically. He
still didn’t think that he had done anything wrong, was he supposed to let his
business suffer when he could prevent it? Sometimes emergencies happened, this
was real life, not a fairy tale. However, he was going to follow Belle’s
suggestion and be honest. Neal wasn’t generally unreasonable, and perhaps now
he’d had some time to calm down, he would listen and then they could resolve
this.“What?” Neal
answered abruptly.Gold winced at
Neal’s harsh tone, clearly he hadn’t calmed down. “Son, if you would just let
me explain …”I am happy Neal and Gild reconciled. Neal and Gold really need to talk more.
Yup they do and they probably will at some point. Gold has had an impact on Belle’s life, but she’s going to have just as big an impact on his, just in a different way. I’m glad you are enjoying it 🙂 Thanks for commenting.
Now this could either go very wrong or very right, and with the added pressure of Neal in the background *bites nails*. I’m working on the principle that everything’s going to be all right.
I love the way that this is unfolding! 🙂
Heh thanks 🙂 I’m really glad you are enjoying it. To be honest, I confess I don’t actually know whether it’s going to be all right or not yet. This is something of an experiment for me (I’m usually very much a planner). Anyway, I’m rooting for it to be alright, but it’s up to Belle what happens.
Gold and Neal can’t see how much they are alike; so worried about each other that they neglect themselves. Like father, like son!
Don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, but I love Belle’s and Neal’s introduction. That was so thoughtful of him.
Family is definitely the most important thing to both Gold and Neal. However, Neal doesn’t necessarily understand or believe that about his dad. I’m glad you liked the chapter! Thanks 🙂
Cleanse your aching Rumbelle heart with some layers of lovely words from still-searching24. It features (unusual for us ouat sufferers) the rare notion of Gold and Belle in the same place and talking. (AND NEAL IS ALIVE!)
Heh, I always make Neal live if at all possible because I can’t stop writing Gold as a father, plus I ship Swanfire. Although, this isn’t all that fluffy. Now what I’m writing right now, that is pure fluff, I’ll be posting it on Friday heh. Thank you for your kind words 🙂 I’m really pleased you are enjoying the fic!
Yay Neal! I hope things get sorted out between them, and I hope Belle is okay going over to Gold’s… That could go badly.
You are sweet, reblogging here and commenting on AO3. Thank you so much! Yeah and Neal and Gold have their status quo back – for now. As for Belle … it could be good and a step forward for them or it could go horribly wrong. Either way, it’s progress of a sort because she’s agreed to go in the first place. Thanks again 🙂