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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- 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
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Dark Castle
Aveena stares out her bedroom window with a sigh, longing to be outside and running—to be doing something other than sewing! She wasn't very good, barely managing to complete a tunic that would fit her papa, and it wasn't one she wanted him to wear either. Once a beautiful gold silk, now stained in places where she had pricked her finger on the needle and wasn't quick enough to avoid a drop or two of blood from landing on the material. Scowling, she throws her current project out the window, watching as it floats down on the gentle breeze until it reached the earth, the purple complimenting the green of the grass. She smiles at that, flouncing out of the room and down the hall, stopping in front of the door that was always closed. It would be her big brother's room once he was found. Baelfire, Papa said his name was; lost to fairy magic. Inside is a wardrobe filled with fine clothing that papa hoped would fit his son, the clothing changed yearly as Bae would grow.
She felt bad for her papa, having never known Bae she didn't grieve like papa did—she didn't have to forget. Aveena continues to stare at the door a few moments longer before leaving to find her papa and Trista, who was rarely far from either of them. She and papa have an agreement to get along with each other as long as Aveena was around, after all, she's the reason the teen stayed fed and changed when she was an infant and served as a mother figure in her life, while he was the reason all of them stayed fed and warm. A sudden shifting of the earth makes Aveena fall to her knees with a shout, hands coming up to cover her head as she curls into the fetal position. Everything rumbles and shakes for a while, Aveena included, items falling off shelves, small tables toppling over along with the vases of flowers they held. It was a mess! "Papa," she cries out, voice raw from crying. Rumple runs up the stairs at his daughter's plead, finding her in the hall and quickly pulling her into his lap.
"I'll be alright, little bird," he whispers into her hair," it will pass just as all things do."
Storybrooke
I glare at the air cast on my arm, glad I would be getting the stupid thing off in a couple of days. It made my arm sweaty and itchy, but it wasn't as bad as an actual cast. "Miss Gold, would you mind paying attention," my art history teacher snaps. The old lady had a stick up her ass today and her target was me since she was behind in her rent. Yeah, go figure she'd pick on the kid whose father owns her damn house, but whatever.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I was just thinking about what my papa would do if he were stuck in the same room as a talking fossil," I reply, closing my notebook and stuffing it in my bag.
"Go to the office!" Her pale face was blotchy and her left eye was twitching—my job was done. I smile at her, walking out of the classroom and down the hall to the principal's office where I would sit until the bell rings and the principal would release his gym class, give me a five minute lecture, ask me to give my papa his regards, and send me on my way just in time for chemistry. It wasn't a bad arrangement, especially since it got me out of Mrs. Bryland's class. On the way to the office though, a tremor makes me fall on my ass; the walls of the school beginning to shake. Earthquakes had been occurring a lot recently and they always caught me off guard. I crawl into the office desperately, diving under the secretary's desk and covering my head with my hands.
She gives me an amused look, continuing with her daily crossword puzzle—they were like her version of crack. The earthquake stops after a little while and I come out, finding my papa standing in the doorway with raised brows when he spots me. "Howdy," I smile, standing up and trying to stop my shaking. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm checking you out early, I had the feeling you would be sick after this." I nod; glad my papa knew enough about me that he would come get me early so that I could puke in the privacy of the shop bathroom. "Come on, the car's running."
Dark Castle
Mordred glares at Aveena across the table, not having taken her news well. "You will do as you were told, girl," he growls, setting his knife and fork down. She smiles at him, mischief dancing in her cerulean eyes, an expression often seen on her biological father's face, but she didn't know it at the time. At her smile, his frown deepens.
"You may be powerful, Ser, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well." At that, Aveena pulls out Excalibur and rests its point on Mordred's collarbone. "Now, if you're quite finished, I'll take my leave." She gives him one last glare, putting away the sword and walking out of the home, using what little magic actually worked for her to transport herself back to the castle in a puff of purple smoke. Carefully, she puts Excalibur back in its spot, looking around for her father but seeing no one. "Hm, must be out."
"Think again, dearie." She jumps at her papa's voice, turning slowly with a guilty look. "And where have you been?"
"In the village," she answers quickly," I thought I'd pick up some fruit." Not exactly a lie, Rumple notices, but not the truth either and he's taught his daughter time and again that she couldn't get away with lying to him. The look he sends her way has her ducking her head and fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. "I was saying goodbye to Thomas….A final goodbye."
"Thomas?"
"Yes, Thomas—"
"How long have you been sneaking around behind my back with a boy?"
"A month or so, but he won't be around anymore, Papa."
"He better not be or I'll take care of him myself."
Storybrooke
Martin Paracida wasn't a very happy man at the best of times let alone when his son's girlfriend comes banging on his front door in the middle of the night. Grumbling, he shuffles down the stairs and flings the door open, dragging Morgan inside by the front of her dress, and slamming the door closed with a deafening bang! "What do you want at this hour?"
"To cancel our agreement," she says with a shrug, straightening out the little black number she'd worn to Graham's funeral a week prior. He had to admit, she looked good in it and he wouldn't mind seeing if his son was right at her supposed skill in the bedroom. "I will no longer tell you my papa's secrets because I'm not scared of you anymore. You're just an old man and your son is a boy with daddy issues."
"Excuse me—"
"Shut up." She didn't have to raise her voice to make Martin do as she said, her tone quiet, even, and deadly. "Tell your kid to go fuck that cheerleader he's been ogling for the past three weeks, but you might want to warn her how small he is." She holds her forefinger and thumb a few inches apart as she said that, using it for emphasis. "Goodnight, Mister Paracida."
Morgan
I smile as I walk into my house, a smug smile that mirrored my papa's to a tee. I had been forced to do the Paracida's dirty work for the past couple of months under the threat that Martin would take everything my papa held dear until I realized that I was the thing papa loved the most. Tonight had gone splendidly, all day had, in fact—Emma had won the spot for Sheriff, Henry is safe and sound in his home, and papa's shop doesn't smell too bad anymore! "Morgan," papa greets," where have you been?"
I plop down on the couch beside him. "Breaking things off with Eli," I answer with another smile. Papa nods his approval, pulling me close as an Indiana Jones movie comes on. We had both grown to love those movies and watched them whenever we had time to, which wasn't as often as we wanted. "I love you, Papa."
"And I you, dearie."
Dark Castle
Aveena frowns as Belle runs out of the castle, having grown fond of the maid—not like she was with Trista, but close enough to miss her for a while. "Why'd you send her away," she asks Rumple.
"None of your concern," he snarls. Her eyes grow wide with fear at her papa's anger, never having dealt with him this mad before. Trista hurries into the room and ushers the girl outside, not wanting Rumple to do something he'd regret later like striking the girl he's claimed as his for the last fifteen years. Trista watches as the teen runs to the edge of the lake; the place she always goes to when she wants to be alone and think
Storybrooke
I frown as I hang up the home phone, curling up on my bed. Papa had been arrested for assault on Mister French, the town florist. I could bail him out in the morning, but Emma was already on her way home for the night and didn't want to deal with any paperwork. Somehow, Regina had found out before I did and was on the way to pick me up, making me stay at her house for the night saying something about a free babysitter for one day next week in exchange for a home cooked meal and a place to stay. Shouldering my backpack, I walk outside to her waiting car. This night be the most awkward night of my life.
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