My, they are so very high up, aren't they? It appears to occur to his unfortunate quarry a shade too late as he backs himself against a tree, and Rumpelstiltskin follows at what may best be described as a leisurely stroll.
The rabbit's words are a betrayal of self, doubtless indicative of some terribly intrapersonal tangle of self-sabotaging indecision. It brings the Dark One up short for a moment. The terror in the other man's eyes as he searches and knows he is utterly incapable of scuttling away is - curious. Familiar. Reminiscent of a man who has not existed in centuries, in lifetimes.
Rumpelstiltskin knows the plight of the coward, the scared and fearful. He knows it and he is scornful of it, but it burns a cold reminder of what he is beneath the mantle of the monster and its hyperconfident puppetry.
It is for that reason that his voice is only softly intrigued, devoid of the tint of menace, when he says, "there is no shame in having power."
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The rabbit's words are a betrayal of self, doubtless indicative of some terribly intrapersonal tangle of self-sabotaging indecision. It brings the Dark One up short for a moment. The terror in the other man's eyes as he searches and knows he is utterly incapable of scuttling away is - curious. Familiar. Reminiscent of a man who has not existed in centuries, in lifetimes.
Rumpelstiltskin knows the plight of the coward, the scared and fearful. He knows it and he is scornful of it, but it burns a cold reminder of what he is beneath the mantle of the monster and its hyperconfident puppetry.
It is for that reason that his voice is only softly intrigued, devoid of the tint of menace, when he says, "there is no shame in having power."