Fic: The Perfect Year
[The first segment of this fic was originally posted back in 2014, I’m posting the whole thing now as a completed one-shot.]
Summary: A very belated sequel to Mistletoe and Wine. As Christmas comes to the quiet town of Storybrooke, school librarian Belle finds herself increasingly drawn to the reclusive Mr Gold. And what better time for Gold to make a new start than with a new year?
@woodelf68, sorry you had to wait two years for a conclusion to this fic…
I don’t need a crowded ballroom, everything I need is here.
If you’re with me, this year will be,
The Perfect Year
Lyrics from ‘The Perfect Year’ from Sunset Boulevard.
The Perfect Year
Christmas Eve. The most magical night of the year, when children up and down the country were shepherded off to bed by their frantic and frazzled parents, hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of Father Christmas in his sleigh overhead, like a shooting star silhouetted against the moon.
Christmas Eve, when carollers sang and continental Europe feasted and exchanged gifts. Soon the church in the little town of Storybrooke would open its doors for the crib service, where mulled wine flowed in force and festive spirit coated everything in a sense of warmth and togetherness.
Christmas Eve, the one night of the year that Gold hated above all others. He despised and loathed it more than he could describe, and yet, in his own grim way, he still celebrated it.
Dusk was falling, it was time to light the candles. The townsfolk often wondered at the lantern that hung outside his front door; only ever lit on one night of the year, but on that one night it was lit without fail, in all weathers. Tonight, the weather was simply cold. There was fresh snow on the ground from a brief flurry earlier in the afternoon, but it had since settled, leaving the air crisp, dry and frosty as he ventured onto the porch with matches in hand and took down the lantern from where it hung beside the front door.