[She looks terrible. No, that wasn't true-- she was as beautiful as she always was. But inwardly, he couldn't help but cringe at the hospital gown, the terrible shoes. She deserved so much better then that. She deserved gold, jewels, silk robes, what have you. The clothes she had on now, those spoke volumes about what she had gone through.
It made him angry. Angrier then he could remember, despite the hell he'd put her father through, despite everything he had put everyone through, just to bring her back. Only Regina could have done this, and Mr. Gold was going to make sure she paid, here in the port, if she ever showed up, or back home at Storybrooke.]
...Belle. [Rum? Rum? Okay, they need to work on these names. Yes, he's never introduced himself to anyone as anything other then Mr. Gold, but now he'll need to decide what to have her call him. There was power in a name, after all. He knew that too well, the dagger a daily reminder.]
You look like you could use something to eat, dearie.
:D
It made him angry. Angrier then he could remember, despite the hell he'd put her father through, despite everything he had put everyone through, just to bring her back. Only Regina could have done this, and Mr. Gold was going to make sure she paid, here in the port, if she ever showed up, or back home at Storybrooke.]
...Belle. [Rum? Rum? Okay, they need to work on these names. Yes, he's never introduced himself to anyone as anything other then Mr. Gold, but now he'll need to decide what to have her call him. There was power in a name, after all. He knew that too well, the dagger a daily reminder.]
You look like you could use something to eat, dearie.