random writings ~

~Rumpel~

Rumpelstiltskin was curious.

About many things he was curious, but he chose the palace to explore that day. Nobody saw him, and that was the perks of being...whatever he was. A crooked smirk was plastered on Rumpel's face as he explored. He stopped at the throne room behind a pillar when he heard voices. He squinted.

"My daughter, you see, your Majesty; she can spin straw into gold," a poor miller was saying to the king.

The king looked up in surprise. "Can she now?"

"Yes, your Majesty, yes! It is a very rare talent."

Rumpel watched as the king grew increasingly interested. "Well...bring her here tomorrow to prove this ability."

"Of course, Majesty, of course. You will see that it is true!" The miller bowed and left.

Rumpel snorted. "Spin straw into gold. A human girl," he scoffed to himself.

But nevertheless, he woke up the next morning after dreams of gold and went to the palace once more.

In the middle of his stroll, he heard sobbing from a room. He tilted his head and opened the door, peeking in.

There sat a beautiful red-headed girl, shaking and crying in front of a pile of straw and a spinning wheel. Rumpel's eyes widened in interest. This must've been the girl.

He cleared his throat. "Good evening, miller's daughter. Why do you cry?"

Her head snapped up and his breath hitched for half a second. Then he remembered that things even that small were unbecoming of a dark lord, even a new, twenty-year-old one.

Her hazel eyes widened in alarm at the sight of him but she managed to squeak out,"Um...hello. I am Aurelia. The king told me that I must spin this straw into g-gold by morning or I' die."

Rumpel stared. Die? Suitable punishment.

But then he saw how desperate Aurelia looked and let out a sigh.

He wasn't completely heartless. Only eighty percent. "What will you give me if I spin the gold for you?"

Aurelia blinked in surprise. "You...can do that?"

He gestured to his gold, sparkly skin and smirked. "It's magic, dearie."

She took off her necklace and tossed it. He caught the jewels perfectly.

She got up and went to sit on the small bed, still gawking as he set to work.

"You know, it's rude to stare," Rumpelstiltskin drawled without stopping.

He heard Aurelia shift to lay down facing away from him.

All through the night, Rumpel spun. A few times he looked over his shoulder curiously. He'd never seen a human so trusting of him. Except his mother for a few seconds.

And then apparently he'd bit her finger. She had low patience and decided she didn't want a 'feral' child. Too bad. He might've actually turned out fine.

But his father betrayed him, and Rumpel found a magical stick, and...that was a whole other story.

Morning come, Rumpel was back at his house. He did not sleep. It was quite the bore.

He just paced around, an activity he supposed was dramatic or something. He didn't enjoy it, so he went out and tricked a stuck-up man. Rumple was sure that in a few centuries he'd love pacing.