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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Dark Castle
Aveena was curious and that was never a good thing for her to be; she wanted to know who the stranger she keeps seeing around the small town was and why he was watching her so intently with blue eyes that she saw every time she looked in the mirror. Rumple of course, was doing all in his power to keep her from finding out the truth—he couldn't have another child leave him, especially not for a pirate! "Papa," she asks softly, looking at him using the mirror in front of her.
"What is it, dear," he asks, not glancing up from brushing out her long hair. The sixteen-year-old—still a little girl in his eyes—shrugs a shoulder, fingers fiddling with the skirt of her gown.
"Why don't I look like you?" Rumple pauses what he's doing for a moment, eyes locking with hers in the mirror—hers wide and questioning while his showed just how off guard she'd caught him. "I've seen some old drawings of how you looked before you became the Dark One and I still didn't look like you; but I looked a tiny bit like the woman you were with."
"Yes, she was your mother." Rumple had a hard time choking out the word mother seeing as Milah was never a fit mother for anyone. "She ran away a few months after you were born; a pirate had charmed her aboard his ship and then murdered her." So it was a tiny lie, but he needed to know that his precious little girl wouldn't make the same mistake as Milah. "Let's not talk about the past any longer, dear; it is rarely pleasant for anyone." Aveena nods her head, obviously not completely understanding why her papa just wanted the subject buried.
"Can we go outside and play later?" He chuckles at the innocent question, setting the silver-backed brush on the vanity and picking Aveena up, swinging her around playfully. She giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and head thrown back.
"Why not now?" With a grin, he carries the child outside to the sprawling lands where she was free to play without the worry of being killed. He keeps a close eye on her as she begins to climb a tree, knowing that she was clumsy at times just as Milah was, and thinking it was soon time to pay Cinderella a visit. "Be careful, little bird," he calls out distractedly as his thoughts turn to the deal he had struck with the Princess. She would soon have what he wanted and if she didn't give it up he'd take it anyway and kill her. He chuckles darkly at that particular thought. Cinderella didn't appear to be a very strong woman, nor very bright since she declined to read the contract fully to see what the price would be. A sudden scream makes him jump back to the present situation, automatically looking around for his daughter. Aveena lay at the base of the tree she'd been climbing earlier, unmoving and scaring the hell out of him. "Aveena!"
He sprints as fast as he could, magic never crossing his mind until he turns her on her back and pulls her onto his lap. She was breathing, but it was faint and quick, like she couldn't get enough air in her lungs. Trista runs out of the castle at his scream, lifting her skirts and sprinting as he had. Aveena's eyes remain closed but she lets out a small whimper shifts in his arms slightly. Her right arm was broken—quite obvious due to the dent he saw there—and at least two of her ribs were fractured. "It'll be alright, Sweet girl," Trista murmurs, both of the adults shifting until Trista is holding Aveena in her lap and Rumple is leaning over her with his hand poised over her arm.
Purple smoke wraps around the broken limb, dissipating a few seconds later with the bone back in place and the dent gone; next it moves to her torso, staying there far longer until all that remained on Aveena's body were a few bruises and scrapes that could heal naturally on their own. Carefully, Rumple picks Aveena up and carries her inside to her bed, sitting at her side until time for him to leave, pulling on elaborate clothing and heading off for the ball and to rile up a princess.
Trista watches him leave in a puff of smoke, wondering how he thought a deal was more important than his recently injured child. "I am here, sweet girl," she whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking Aveena's hand in both of hers. "I'll always be here for you even when your father is not." The child doesn't stir, but she hears the soft voice though she cannot yet respond due to the magic Rumple had used to make sure she gets enough rest. She'll remember what that voice said years from then even if she can't remember just where exactly she'd heard it before. Trista stays with Aveena until Rumpel returns a few hours later and relieves her.
Storybrooke
I shift uncomfortably on the hard kitchen chair, my right arm throbbing and itching under my cast. "Believe it or not, I don't like these Saturday council meetings but sometimes they're unavoidable," the Mayor tells Henry, applying a new coat of lipstick. She turns and walks over to the table Henry and I were sitting at. "Now, you both know the rules?"
"Yes on homework, no on TV, and stay inside," Henry answers automatically, setting down his comic. Her gaze turns to me.
"Make sure Squirt does all those things and spray him with a water bottle if he doesn't," I joke with a smile. Regina nods in approval, putting one finger under Henry's chin to make him look at her.
"Under no circumstance do you leave this house," she tells him sternly. I quietly sneak off to the living room the moment Squirt mentions the new girl in town, his biological mother. At least the couch in this room doesn't make me want to cry. "I'll be back at five, if you need help you know who to call," she tells me over her shoulder as she walks out the door.
"Yes, ma'am." I give her a mock salute before returning my gaze to the chemistry book I was pretending to read. The moment I hear her car drive off, I grab the remote and turn the TV to American Horror Story; not long afterwards, Henry runs outside with a backpack on his shoulders. "Be back before your mom gets home or we'll both be turned into toads!" I don't get a response back and focus on a rerun from the first season, wondering just how Violet doesn't know Tate's dead by now. What a dumb, dumb, teenage drama bitch. With a shrug, I watch as the drama unfolds in the family homestead, laughing because I knew exactly what was going to happen at what time.
"Every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, I suddenly remember. You made this mess for yourself. And I also remember every time I see that ghostly eye, that I was and continue to be a hell of a shot." I laugh at Constance; that quote being one of my favorites from this season. Soon my pain pill begins to take effect and the world goes weird and out of focus so when my phone began to ring I barely registered it until it was nearly too late.
"Mm, hedo," I ask in a drug induced wooziness. The voice on the other end sounds low and filled with static; they must be in the apartment side of town. "Helooo." I draw out the O in a sing-song voice, giggling afterwards.
"Aveena?" I let out a goofy laugh at my papa's voice, stretching out on the couch like a lazy house cat. "Aveena, where are you?"
"Mayor's house," I answer, staring up at the ceiling and watching the imaginary shapes as they float around. "You should come see this, Regina has a moving ceiling and it's trippy as hell." There's a startled silence on the other end, no doubt because of my swearing, normally I don't around papa unless I'm mad or high. "Ha ha, this stuff is great." My words are slurred and running together even as the world begins to spin and grow darker. "I'm soooo sleepy….night, night." My phone drops to the floor and I allow myself to be swept away into blissful unconsciousness.
Gold
I groan in frustration, hanging up my phone and tossing it in the passenger's seat. Of course Morgan was at Regina's home, being paid to take care of young Henry while his mother was busy in the Sheriff's bedroom. So far the only good thing that's happened today is the fact I can use Emma for something later on—with the hope she'll break the curse soon so I can have my little bird completely back. "Come one, come on," I grumble, honking at the car in front of me.
Finally the light turns green again and I speed through town without fear of a ticket, having paid off Graham years ago. Upon reaching my destination, I cut the engine and run inside to the living room of the Mayor's home where Morgan was sprawled out on the couch, snoring softly. "Mm, funny pickle," she mumbles, turning onto her side and nearly falling off of the couch. "You shouldn't be talking. I gently pick her up and carry her outside to the backseat of my car, setting her cell on the floorboard along with her backpack and chemistry notebook. She looked so peaceful while she slept; nothing to worry about except those pesky talking pickles.
"Unlike in those old days." When she was Aveena she had to constantly worry and watch people—hide her entire identity so that no one knew she was the Dark One's daughter. Here she's just Morgan Gold, average high school junior with above average scores in reading on her End of Instruction tests that she's taken every year since first grade. English was normal, math was barely passing as was science, but reading was always a higher range than most in her class. The only worry she has here is the cost of college—no, not even that. It would be easy for me to pay for her tuition. "I'll take care of you as long as I can, little bird."
"Shut up, pickles," she murmurs again, shifting slightly before falling silent. I chuckle at my daughter; leave it to her to dream about pickles and be happy about it.
Dark Castle
"I'm leaving tonight, little bird," Rumple tells Aveena, pushing some of her hair out of her face. "Listen closely, a year from now, when you are seventeen, a great curse will be unleashed on this world and rip us all away to a new world—one without magic."
"Bae," Aveena gasps," we could find him!"
"Yes, we'll find your big brother, but not until the curse is broken. Snow White and Prince Charming's child will be the savior. Do not be afraid when it happens, it won't hurt; in fact, it will make you sleep. Until the curse happens, I will be powerless in a cage deep underground, Trista and Fidget will protect you." She nods, giving her papa a hug, the last one he'll ever receive from her while she's still Aveena for a very long time. "Goodbye, little bird."
"Goodbye, papa."
Storybrooke
"Miss Swann, the baby is a healthy six pound girl and the mother is doing fine," a doctor tells the new girl papa's interested in. She smiles at Emma and walks back into the back of the hospital, shoes squeaking slightly as she went.
"What lovely news," Papa states, making Emma jump and turn around," excellent work, Miss Swann. Thank you for bringing me my merchandise." I wince, disapproving Ashley's and my papa's deal; the baby for cash and papa would find the kid a good home. I thought it was wrong, but she's only eighteen and most teen moms end up killing their kids or hurting them too badly to be able to keep. He gives her a smirk, leaving us to go get some coffee. As Emma chases after him, I plop down next to Henry, keeping my eyes closed against the harsh fluorescent hospital lights.
"Are you okay," Henry asks, placing a comforting hand on my arm.
"Been better, Squirt."
I collapse back on Regina's couch, turning off the TV and picking my chemistry book up. Henry rushes up the stairs just as his mom comes through the front door, calling for him. "What did I tell you," she yells up the stairs, carrying one of his shoes with her after tossing me forty bucks. Well, that went better than expected.
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