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Dark Castle
Rumpel looks down at the small bundle in his arms, unsure what to do with the child now that he has it. He hadn't held a child this small in years, not since Bae. The longer he stares at the infant girl, the more he sees Killian Jones and the happier he feels at having broken the man. Now, what's better than him thinking his little girl was dead? That would be raising the child to think Rumpel himself was the child's father. He chuckles, beginning to feel giddy about it all.
"Now, shall I keep your name or change it," he asks the little girl, who gives him a happy giggle, reaching up to grab at his nose with her tiny hands. "Aveena it is, then." She giggles again before letting out a small yawn. With a wave of his hand, a bassinet appears and he lays the child inside, covering her with a blanket to keep her warm. Rumpel walks over to his spinning wheel, content to spend the rest of the night forgetting, but after only five minutes Aveena begins to cry.
What's wrong with her? Surely her bassinet is comfortable, she can't be too cold or too warm...As Rumpel gets to the last item on his mental checklist his eyes widen in realization—she's hungry. Of course, how could he have forgotten about one of her basic needs like that? His nose crinkles in disgust at another thing he hadn't thought of; the process that happens not long after the child ate. With a shrug of his shoulders, he calls upon one of the women that owe him a favor, the small bundle in his arms. "D-dark One," the woman stutters, brown eyes going wide with fear.
"Trista," Rumpel grins," I do believe you owe me a favor." She nods, eyes darting between him and the child crying in his arms. "You will move in with me as the person in charge of taking care of this child's specific needs, do you understand?" Trista nods again, looking over her shoulder at the black and white cat.
"C-can I bring my pet?" Rumpel raises a brow at the mangy animal, but he figured that it could one day give Aveena a kitten of her own that she may like, so he nods and turns his back on the dark-skinned woman.
"Do try to hurry, Dearie, don't need the baby catching her death." Trista nods while scooping up her cat and following quickly after Rumpel, nearly tripping on the long, tattered skirts of her dress. "A little faster." Rumpel was growing impatient and the child's fussing was giving him a headache. He hold the squirming bundle closer to his chest so as not to drop her. Once Trista is at his side, he uses his magic to take them back to his castle, now ready to spin without worrying too much about Aveena.
Storybrooke
I smile at my English teacher while taking my test from her. Miss Carmichael was a nice woman that often came by my father's shop to help me with my speeches I have to write for my speech and drama class. Her kind, yet nervous, brown eyes move from student to student as we take our vocabulary test. I was the first finished, so I pick up my library book and begin to read while I wait for the others to finish, though I am unable to concentrate one it. Every time I saw a few people, I get this annoying feeling that I should know them—like an itch I am unable to scratch. I close my book again, looking around me, but not paying attention. A voice on the intercom makes me jump. "Miss Carmichael, I need Morgan in the office, she's checking out."
"Alright, I'll send her down." Miss Carmichael smiles at me, helping me to gather my things before I walk to my locker and then to the office, wondering why I was being checked out early. Papa grins at me, meeting me just outside the building.
"What's going on," I ask, walking with him to the car. "Did something happen?"
"I just thought you'd like to see something." I frown, buckling my seatbelt as he begins to drive. I know this road well, it'll take us to the clock tower and just a bit farther is the docks, where I like to spend some of my free time. What I see as papa puts the car in park is a total shock to me. The clock was working again.
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