Post by bellefrench on Mar 21, 2013 15:17:08 GMT -5
build higher walls around me,
- - - - - - CHANGE EVERY LOCK AND KEY.
NOTHING LASTS, NOTHINGS HOLDS ALL OF ME. MY HEART'S FAR, FAR AWAY HOME AND FREE.[/color][/font]
You can't keep us apart forver. I'll fight for him! I will never stop fighting for him!
It had been nearly a week now since she had been taken into custody by the Queen and her soldiers. At least, she thought it to be a week. She had tried her best to keep track of the passage of time, but it had proved difficult those first few days. After she had been stripped of all her belongings (most of which were pilfered clothes which had once belonged to Rumplestiltskin himself), she had been dragged up a seemingly endless spiral staircase to her cell. During the climb up the tower steps, she had tried multiple times to wrench herself from the grasps of the two soldiers escorting here, but all attempts were in vain.
The cell itself had been larger than she had expected -- at least double, if not triple, the size of her cell at the Dark Castle. Despite it's overall increase in size and the large window overhead, the cell itself had a drab, cold and sinister feel to it. This made any attempts to rest rather difficult. Let us simply say, sleep did not come easily those first few nights. She ate very little. If food had not been vital to her survival, she might have refused it all together. She nibbled at each item on the tray that was brought to her cell, eating just enough to keep her strength up before abandoning it by the door.
After her first night, she began examining her surroundings very closely, seeking out any reflective surfaces, covering them as best she could with torn strips of cloth from the dingy blanket she had been given, or the skirt of her prison garb. Belle was certain that the Queen had eyes and ears everywhere in this facility, but at the very least, she felt a little more secure even if it was a wasted gesture. Rumplestiltskin would have been proud, she thought, to see that she had remembered that minute detail and sought ways to use it to her advantage. His clever little Belle.
She clung to her thoughts when they turned Rumplestiltskin and her father, to those who had been left behind. Her memories of them were comforting, in their own way. They fueled the hope within her that refused to be extinguished -- the hope that one day she would see them again. She often envisioned and imagined her homecoming to the Dark Castle -- the look on Rumplestiltskin's face when he would return to find her in his trophy room, clearing away the rather thick layers of dust that had settled over his precious belongings in her absence. Then the awkward conversation that would follow, each of them laying their hearts bear. And finally, the reconciliation both of them had been longing for...
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