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Birthday for Mr. Gold He tightened the metallic, deep sapphire tie around his neck as he stood before the grand mirror in his room. He made it lay just so at her throat, and made the silk fabric lay close to his chest. It was a simple act, getting dressed for the day, and yet he took such care with it. Not one seam was misplaced, but lay precisely where it needed to. Not one wrinkle marred the delicate materials of his expensive, fashionable suit. Not one hair out of place on his head of, though slowly graying, chestnut locks. Mr. Gold fixed the matching handkerchief in his charcoal gray suit and grinned to himself. “Not a bad way to

~Henry's POV~ All I can do is look to the raging gorilla fighting at his troop-mates like I'm some stone-cold statue. I don't think of helping the others. I don't think of lending a hand, though I won't be of much use. All I do is stare into Kerchak's eyes to see if he tells the truth. Whilst struggling to regain control against his troop, Kerchak meets my gaze, though it is for a second. But in that close second--aside from the red rage that beams from his glass eyes--I know he means the truth. The truth he spoke, and the truth I, unfortunately, started to understand. I'm beginning to regret letting my grandpa (Gold) and mom (Regina) test t

After his son left, You'd think he'd learned his lesson. Spells come with a price. After Snow ran away, You'd think the chase was over. It was just starting. Her father passed on. She still grieves for him often. Know, she made him leave. Goodbyes are common. They are painful and scarring. Then, so are helloes.