This independent account doubles as Mr Gold and the mischievously wicked Rumpelstiltskin.
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This independent account doubles as Mr Gold and the mischievously wicked Rumpelstiltskin.
Or is it a deal, my dear?
{(BDG: Big Daddy Gold. A long running joke on this account.)}
At the mere breath of his name his posture straightens; weight shifting from leaning on his cane. “What did you just say?” he asked, ignoring Cindy’s childish idea of making lemonade. His eyes were narrowed, brows met and forehead wrinkled with years of meticulous thought. If there was a game here, he would not lose it.
The pawnshop owner raises a brow, thought present behind brown eyes. “Same as it’s been all year.” Answering the question dead on would of been playing into the obvious prank being pulled, and Mr Gold knew too well the innocent tone was a falsity. “Why do you ask?”
{(Trolling on the river, yet accurate.)}
Perhaps Mr Gold would of been a more patient man if he hadn’t learned the art of human deception. On this morning, standing outside Regina’s office, he may of waited with a stern resolve rather then a manic cloud of anguish rolling through his head.
She’s here. She’s always been-
Even the thought is covered by cascades of molten fury, toppling over one another as the pawn shop owner gripped with white knuckles to his cane. His vision was blurred with years-possibly hundreds-of need for one answer; the one that would fill a gap within him. A gap so deeply forged into the core of his being that Mr Gold had all but forgotten it until…
That cup. Why did she have to even bother with it?
The question was futile, as was the action he was pursuing. Helping ‘Her Majesty’ have Mary Margret placed under charges of murder? It was to be done, he had no doubt, but what of afterwords? Long down the road, would he ever learn of Belle’s true key turn in all of this?
Placing his head down, he shut his eyes and simply breathed in the air of an Earth he didn’t belong in.
Wait. Opportunities find their own ways. No need to carve one out. Not today.
Releasing his hold on his cane, Mr Gold shifted his weight and walked down the hall. Each step a stomaching of raw emotions, turning into stone in the pit of his stomach. With a turn of the knob, Mr Gold stepped into the playing field. One in which, he had no doubts he would win in.
Inwardly, the scorch from a stubborn flame could be felt in the inner most chamber of his heart. A heart that once was as human in flesh as it was in spirit, but now it was merely an organ. And this flame that refused to flicker out, well, it made it rather difficult to have any sort of peace. For there, in the darkest crevice, was a glowing metaphor for one thousand answers to a question he’d only dared to ask himself once. Once, but never again.
However, it was even more difficult to keep to the self swear to not prod at this question when the memories came rushing back. He swallowed without thought, but the creature’s back straightened a moment after. Head held high, wide eyes peering at her highness, he exposed his teeth in a grin. “Not at all, dearie. In fact,” raising a finger, he twisted his head,”I’ve never been better.” Finger bending down, he placed out one foot, beginning to move towards her. “I bet you’d just diiiiie to know all about what I’ve been up to, wouldn’t you?”
A high pitched chuckle and a sideways shake of the head; signs of the beast within as his grin only grew. “And that’s why you’ve taken this little trip today, isn’t it? All the way out to the Hundred Acre Woods. Just to see little old me.” Footsteps ceasing, his grin sobered to a smaller one. “No need to worry, I’m still more powerful then you.”
{(I actually haven’t seen tonight’s episode yet, but I think I can give this a shot anyway. To me, Mr Gold works for Mr Gold. This holds true for Rumpelstiltskin as well,but I think people tend to see him as a creature. Meaning, because Mr Gold is human he should(to the viewer) have more human like emotions and Rumpelstiltskin shouldn’t. More then emotions, loyalty. Seeing as how Rumpelstiltskin is more a like to a creature, it seems more fitting to accept that he would have little to no loyalty. That, as a beast, he would fend only for himself.
It’s funny, I think, how we tend to expect human characters to be more open to taking a side. Since that seems a more “human” choice. With Mr Gold, he has a very inhuman ability to caper back and forth between sides without a second thought. This is only a facade, I believe, since he’s actually giving it quite a bit of thought. In the end, it’s a strategic move in his favor. Which side provides a better hand kind of thing.
Now let’s look at a, although very different, character that practices the same strategy. Captain Jack Sparrow moves between whichever camp holds the most value to his ultimate goal: freedom. While the always drunk Captain may express far more empathy and just basic human compassion, he is extremely selfish. Lovable, but very selfish. Yes, he’s only mildly selfish compared to our Mr Gold, but I had to throw him in for comparison. And I just like throwing him in places. He doesn’t mind.
Now what is this ramble really all about? The fact that we seem to perceive Mr Gold’s humanity as a cause for having to choose a side. Even without the leather pants, he’s still as icy as ever and he’ll do whatever it takes to look out for numero uno.
look at that word vomit )}
