Rumbelle Week / Day Threed Rumbelle+Colours: Silver
Belle spent the last few minutes just staring at her own reflection. No mistaking what was in front of her very eyes; gingerly, she lifted a hand to press to the side of her head. Although still shy of her thirtieth year, she was surprised it wasn’t more prevalent, considering all the stress they’d faced over the last few weeks. Now, how to -
“Belllleeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Came the muffled whine from the adjoining room. Speaking of stress, it had been a long and trying day, and both of them were beyond tired.
With a wry smile, Belle stepped to the doorway of the master bath, looking in on the bedroom. Rumplestiltskin lay flat on his back on the bed, limbs splayed out in the exact position where she’d left him 10 minutes prior. The only difference being that he’d managed to change into his blue silk pajamas (that she’d often favored wearing herself many-a-morning). He’d tossed a pillow across his eyes to block out the offending bathroom light. Switching everything off, she carefully made her way over to the bed while her eyes adjusted to the moonlight peeking through the drapes.
Rumplestiltskin cracked an eye open at her as she perched on the edge of the bed.
“Everything alright Sweetheart? You usually spend less time in there than I do.”
“Hmm,” Belle peeled off her slippers. “I found one.”
“…A white hair.”
The other eye popped open. “What?”
She pointed to the side of her head to touch the offending strand.
Rumple just stared at her for a moment in semi- amusement, then flopped over on his side, facing away from her in a halfhearted sulk.
“Oh yes, right. ONE.”
Despite the playful timbre to his voice, Belle felt a bittersweet ache in her heart. He never spoke of it out loud, but she could tell the gap in their physical ages sometimes bothered him.
Gently, she reached over and carded the shining streak that lived near his left temple. The one that lately seemed to be growing day by day, that could usually only be seen peeking out from the tufts of his long hair. The one she secretly adored.
He grunted as she crawled under the sheets and snuggled up behind him. Lightly running the back of her finger up the line of his jaw, she stroked the soft sideburns which were also peppered with gray.
“Mr. Gold has a silver lining,” She purred, trying to soothe. “But only I get to touch.”
Finally, Rumple smiled. “You can touch as much as you like,” he said, pulling her into his embrace and tucking her under his chin.
“Really?” Asked Belle, with a hopeful note.
Rumplestiltskin would regret those words come morning.
The gifset I’m making at the moment includes stuff from Parabatai Lost, and I had to re-watch the ending to make sure I got the oath right down to the very last word (yes I’m weird like that, shut up). And God, I still cannot watch that without turning into a sobbing mess. The second that the scene of Jace walking into the appartment transforms into the flashback of Alec entering the Parabatai ceremony, I’m gone. Bless those 3 minutes 40 seconds. Still the best thing to happen on this show so far, and most likely the best thing to happen on this show, ever.