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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 13:47:35 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Things were finally settling in Storybrooke after the most recent threat. One that involved Cora. Jefferson for the most part was rather disconnected from it. Though he of course knew Cora. He knew her from his dreadful time in Wonderland. She had created an elaborate plan however it resulted in only her death. Jefferson was indifferent to it.
Though he did see how her death affected Regina. That, was something else that was settled as well; his relationship with her. They said that the course of true love never does run smooth... and Regina and he had certainly hit a lot of bumps and obstacles along the way. But now, they were working past that. Working toward building a relationship. Trying to build a solid future.
With Grace and Henry at school, it allowed them time to spend together, which of course Jefferson was never rejecting of. He truly loved Regina and once the reasons for everything were revealed, well, they were making amends. No. They had already made amends. She had messaged him to come to her residence and Jefferson was on his way there now.
Pulling into her mansion, he parked the car outside and made his way to the front door, ringing the doorbell and waiting patiently for her to answer. If anyone had asked him years ago that he would be with Regina once again... he would have told them that they were crazy. But this was the first time that they were able to actually be together without a spouse in the way and Jefferson had to admit, it felt pretty damn good.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 13:15:57 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She was clearly distressed. A state he had not seen her in for quite some time. She had become a queen, acting as if nothing fazed her, no one could get to her. Yet here she was, on his doorstep, asking him to not believe the others. He had heard what had happened... this was after all a very small town. He wasn't exactly the most social of citizens, but he still knew what they were saying.
And truth be told... he didn't believe it. But nor would he defend her to the others. It was none of his business. There was just too much of it that didn't add up or make sense. He knew she was capable of murder, there was no doubt about that. But if this was premeditated like they were saying then she would have meticulously planned it, considering every contingency and leaving no trail of evidence... especially not a witness. But he wasn't quite ready to admit that to her right now. He didn't want to give her what she wanted. Not yet... if ever.
"You've come to me for many things, Regina. Redemption was never one of them." Until now. "But it's funny that you do come to me whenever you need something. And so quick to dismiss another's needs." Mainly his. When he had wanted his daughter. He was still bitter over it all... how could he not be. "The town is against you, but that's not what's truly bothering you, is it?" He questioned rhetorically.
He then began to walk around her, circling her as he continued to speak. "I think it's because of certain people who don't believe you." A certain person. "Henry." Her adopted son. "Must be a dreadful thing," he said with a little chuckle though it was hardly jovial. "To lose your own son's faith in you. To see the look on his face when he no longer believes in you. For him to believe that you're a liar." Why was Jefferson saying this? Because it was exactly what had happened with Grace.
He had not seen her expression, but every day, he had feared her lack of faith in him... for never returning to her. For lying to her. She had forgiven him, but he would never forgive himself. Jefferson stopped walking when he had made a full circle, stopping to stand in front of her once again. He then moved closer, invading whatever concept of personal space there was as his face was mere inches from hers.
"What a horrid thing for a parent to endure." Just like he endured. Just like she was enduring now. "Why do you even care what I believe?" He inquired. Surely she didn't care what he thought. Yet her actions of coming here today... suggested otherwise.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 13:00:08 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Her response just caused him to stare at her with empty eyes. The Dark Curse. Of course he had heard the rumors, but he had never expected it to actually have occurred. He had so many questions... but none of them seemed relevant right now. For all he could think about was his daughter. It was her next question that brought him to a state of disbelief.
She was asking him that it wasn't to his liking? He stared at her for a few moments, before he began to laugh. The laughter was hardly jovial; more... maniacal. He couldn't help himself. The gloating, the way the words dripped so smoothly from her lips. All he could do was laugh. After all, he knew what the others said about him... the madness that he had. The insanity that had dominated him. Granting him the horrid name of... The Mad Hatter.
"And I thought I was the one who was insane..." He said in sadistic amusement as his laugher began to slow. Clearly, she was the crazy one for asking him that question. No no. He supposed she wasn't crazy. Just... cruel. So very cruel to part him from her daughter yet again. Was there no semblance in her of the woman he had once loved?
As his laugher began to slow he reached into his pocket and pulled out the revolver. A strange weapon of this world, yet one he had familiarized himself with as his insanity threatened to make him take his own life. But all he need think of was Grace... and that was what he had worth living for. He pointed the gun at her, his expression abruptly shifting from amusement to dead seriousness. He knew pointing a gun at her was futile. Ridiculous even.
She was extremely powerful with her magic. Did she still even have magic? Never the less, he had the gun aimed at her, his finger on the trigger. "Uncast it," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for debate. Despite his anger and frustration for all this... he knew deep down he could never actually pull the trigger.
He could never even attempt to kill her. He was no murderer and he feared she knew that and would call him out on his bluff. But whatever compelled him to pull out the gun, caused him to keep it aimed at her, as he possessed some far fetched notion and belief that she would actually comply with his demand.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 12:50:35 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson had been so distracted with setting out his mushrooms in an appealing display, that he had not noticed the woman approach. Had he, perhaps he would have found a way to avoid the confrontation. But he had discovered it too late. He immediately recognized her voice, even though his eyes remained downcast on his products.
He was no longer looking at them, merely fixating his gaze anywhere else... but on her. It had been so long since they'd seen each other and their departure had not been a pleasant one. He had confessed the truth about Victor's attempted resurrection on Daniel... and Regina had not taken it well. Which, he could not exactly blame her for.
After several failed attempts to see her, he had been forced to move on. But having her in front of him now, hearing her voice, feeling her presence, caused so many emotions to course through him that he couldn't express a single one. He raised his gaze to look at her. She looked so... different. He had begun to see that transformation, mainly after their encounter with Victor. But now, it seemed to be complete. She had truly embraced he role as queen. He was trying to find the words to speak... unsure what he could possibly say in this moment.
"Regina," he acknowledged, his words flat and emotionless, betraying all the emotions he felt within him. He was unsure how far the regal role had gotten to her. He never called her queen, nor said her name with title. To him, she had always just been Regina. But he was fully aware that as a peasant, he could be killed for his lack of respect.
"Selling mushrooms," he answered, responded to her question of what he was doing here. He knew his answer was not what she had meant... the question was not literal, yet he had answered it as such. Perhaps it was the sudden flustered feeling of seeing her again after so long. He forced himself to remain composed though. Thank god Grace was not here. That was indeed a blessing.
He also knew he could not return her question for as a queen, she had the right to be anywhere she pleased and right now, that just so happened to be in the market. He knew he was radically different from the last time they had seen each other. He'd given up everything that could link him to his former job.
Except for the hat. One that had been locked away, never to be used again. "You look well," he added on, speaking truthfully... he supposed. She looked as beautiful as ever, but he also knew that neither of them were the same person they were when they'd been together. So much time had passed. So much had changed.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 12:38:04 GMT
holding conflicting realities in How he loved to see her smile. The kind she held now as their arms were linked with one another's. It was a radiant expression and he wished she could wear it more often. She did, when they were in each other's company but he was not naive nor a fool. He knew that in her life, in her marriage, she found a genuine smile staining to even feign.
"Far be it from me to argue with that," he said teasingly upon her insistence. Not that he would want to argue. The more time he had with her, the better. He knew it was selfish, for claiming her company was risky for her. But he couldn't help it. He was drawn to her. Captivated by her. And as much as he tried to ignore the feelings that had stirred within him upon their initial meeting.... he couldn't deny them.
Logic dictated he should, but his heart disallowed it. And he was going with that... thinking with his heart rather than his mind. "We can go wherever your heart desires," he told her. "We have the world... no, we have the worlds at our disposal," he corrected, waving his free hand out in front of them to emphasize just how vast their journey could be.
"So where shall it be? Agrabah? Arendelle? Wonderland?" Just to name a few of the many places they could easily venture to. He was not at all fan of Wonderland but he would go there for her. Hell, he would go just about anywhere for her. Besides, just places allowed them, or well her, anonymity. In neighboring kingdoms, there was a risk she could be easily recognized.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 6, 2015 12:28:46 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Time seemed to be going by so incredibly slowly. Perhaps it was because Jefferson knew. He knew what was occurring between Regina and the king. He knew he has no place to be jealous. He was fully aware of the fact that she was married to someone when he first met her... and even when his feelings for her had developed.
He knew she had conjugal obligations but... despite knowing all of this, it made it no easier to bare. The thought of another man's hands on her, when it was not what she wanted... the thought was infuriating. Though Jefferson could not unleash such anger.
If only the two of them could just leave this place, but both were all too aware that the king may tear apart the kingdom looking for her and any blood spilled on their behalf was not something that Jefferson's conscience could allow. But surely, there was another way. A way to free her from this prison she was trapped in.
With each passing second, he grew more and more restless and anxious. Until suddenly, he heard the door fly open and Regina rush in, quickly lighting a candle and saying his name. He remained completely still for a moment, watching her through the darkness. He knew he couldn't ask how she was, for they both were aware that the answer was not a pleasant one.
So he had to ignore it. Somehow. Push aside these feelings of jealousy and focus on what little time they were granted to be together in this way. So with that in mind, he revealed his presence. "Ask..." He began to say as he rose to his feet, holding out his arms. His tone was as it always was; slightly playful and void of any emotions that would cause the night to be anything but enjoyable.
"And you shall receive," he finished, giving a slight bow. It was not a bow made to her because she was queen. He never referred to her as such. It was merely his frequent display of histrionics... a playfulness that he always had. He then walked toward her, leaning forward so that his lips touched her forehead in a lingering embrace. He knew he shouldn't ask.
He shouldn't inquire as to what had happened, how she was feeling... even though that was all he cared about. She wasn't happy here and asking such questions was only a vocal reminder and acknowledgment of that. Parting his lips from her forehead, he looked at her, a smile on his lips as he masked the hatred he felt for the man that brought tears to her eyes and damaged her heart in such a way.
"Now of only I had the ability to be here as soon as my name was called," he added, only partially kidding. It was something that the Dark One was able to do... something Jefferson wished he could do; be here whenever she wanted him to be. He supposed he did have the convenience of portal traveling but still. That wasn't exactly doing them any favors right now.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 19:46:05 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Seeing the tears in her eyes compelled him to wipe them away... and he did just that. He raised his hand, his fingers lightly brushing away the tears that fell from her radiant eyes. As much as he loved their time together, he loathed the fact that they were so short... knowing that she was so unhappy in her current life, with her current husband. He knew it was not of her choosing and that made it worse. Trapped in an unwanted life. What crueler fate was there?
He let his hand linger on the soft and fair skin of her cheek as he responded to her words. "Then that's sixty minutes that we shan't waste," he told her with a reassuring smile. He wanted to see her smile... wanted to see her find some semblance of happiness in this life. Would she forever be subject to be the wife of such a man, living in such confinement and restriction?
"Well, probably fifty-nine by now," he said in jest, but also with truth, as he gave a lighter smile. "Now..." He began to say as he spun himself around with a slightly dramatic flare, positioning himself next to her, moving her arm so that it was linked through his.
"Where would you like to go?" He asked. He wanted to take her somewhere. Away from here. Where they could be at total ease with no threat of prying eyes and ears. It was rather handy that he had his hat to enable such a journey, allowing them to return in plenty of time.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 18:54:15 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She told him she didn't meet enough people to do so. That was interesting indeed. "Well, that's abnormally antisocial for a citizen of such a small town." Once again, his words weren't meant as an insult nor did they hold judgment... it was more of a tease than anything else. As she brought the cloth to his wound, he ever so slightly twitched his lip, but it lasted for a mere second. It did sting indeed, but this wasn't pain.
Physical pain could easily be tolerated. He had been through... no, he was going through far worse. Who would have thought that there was more pain found in something than being beheaded... as he had once been. She further explained that she may be moving in with her newly found sister.
"You should," he stated bluntly. "Since you said this curse was a blessing for you, may as well take full advantage of what all that entails." And a reunion with her sister, building a life with family, certainly sounded like an excellent way of achieving that.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 18:41:48 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson was unsure how long he had been waiting, though he knew he would willingly wait until the end of time. The dedication he felt in seeing a single person was a rather unfamiliar feeling. His work entailed much traveling, developing allies along the way... but this was the first time he had ever held these kinds of affections for someone.
He was hardly fazed by the fact that she was queen or that she was married. To him, she was Regina and that was all that mattered. He looked at her as he saw her approach, finding that her beauty never ceased to amaze him nor did it cease in leaving him in awe as he silently praised her.
Of course he hardly wanted to be so revealing of this so instead he smiled upon seeing her. She hurried toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Ordinarily, Jefferson was not one to engage in such physical contact. But with her, it was different. Everything seemed to be different.
She seemed to be the exception. It had apparently been something quickly discovered since he had initiated such contact upon their very first meeting. Placing his hands on her back, he returned the embrace, taking in the feel of her and the emotions she caused to stir within him whenever she was near; particularly whenever he held her in such a manner.
"And I you," he admitted, slowly moving back if only to see her face, her exquisite self. He hated that she was so unhappy in this life that was forced upon her. But alas, it was not something he could control. He could only provide her with a means of escapism from him during their encounters.
"How long do you have?" He inquired, curious as to how long her over bearing husband allowed her to remain here for. He may as well find out now, knowing that he would have to mentally prepare for a good bye if the freedom granted to her now was brief. He could only imagine how stifling it all was. Especially considering his drastically contrasting lifestyle. One he so desperately wished she could be a part of.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 16:43:09 GMT
holding conflicting realities in For the first time in a long time, Jefferson finally felt like things were falling into place. Things were as they had once been. Happiness, had been found. For the most part. Because... he was reunited with Grace. She had forgiven him, even if Jefferson couldn't forgive himself for having abandoned her. But that seemed to be in the past.
She was not holding anything against him and Jefferson knew he was undeserving of it. But nor would he reject her acceptance of him. Henry's words had really provided him with so much clarity that he wondered how long it would have taken him had the wise boy not encouraged him to seek her out.
But that was a question he needn't be concerned with anymore. What mattered was that they were together and for for the first time in over twenty-eight years, his house was finally feeling like a home. All because of her. She was currently at her friend's house for as over protective as Jefferson was, never wanting to let her out of his sight, he knew that he couldn't confine her in the house as he had once been.
She was far more social than he and it was causing him to interact with more people in the town. But not too many. One step at a time he supposed. He was currently engaging in his hobby of cartography with a freshly brewed pot of tea, when he heard someone at the door. He turned his head, staring at the direction of the bell for a few moments, thinking of who it could be as Grace had a key. He supposed he could just pretend that no one was home... or why lie and he could easily admit he didn't wish for company... however curiosity got the better of him and he made his way to the door.
Nothing, would have prepared him for who he saw on the other end as he opened it. He stared at the woman, his face expressionless though her presence caused a rush of emotions to race through him. He indicated none of that. He just looked at her, his gaze unrevealing of any emotion at all. Words also left him, uncertain what to say.
What was there to say to a woman that he had once... loved. Yes, loved. Though their history was... complicated, to say the least. And such complexities left him wordless for a few moments, before he finally found the voice to speak. "Well, well, well," he said, leaning against the threshold of the door, not yet granting her passage. Whatever the reason she was here for, he hardly imagined it was a good one. "What can I possibly do for you?" His words were calm, but bitterly sarcastic. For after their last conversation, she had made it very clear that she was done with him. Her words exactly.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 16:26:36 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson was going mad. Ha! The irony. The Mad Hatter going Mad. Well, there was the justification for his name. All those years he spent in Wonderland, making hat after hat... a cruel fate that had seemed to follow him into this strange world. While he was no longer in Wonderland, he was in an equally torturous prison. For he could see his daughter.
She was so close, and yet, so far. She had no idea who he was and she was residing with another family... as if she had known this family her whole entire life. Never seeming to waver or having an doubt. No flicker of remembrance of a father. It had been this way for a week. How did Jefferson know? Because he had been watching her. Staring at her, through his telescope. He had barley slept, hardly eaten, he'd just been drinking tea and watching her. And when she would sleep, he would try to make a hat... one that worked.
He knew well enough who was to blame for all this and it only fueled his anger. Or insanity. Call it what you will, Jefferson was livid. He wanted his life back. He wanted his Grace back. The two went hand in hand because well... Grace was his life. The idea of not being about to talk to her, to hold her, to be with her... it was getting to be too much. And it had only been a week. How long was this going to last?!
The unlocking of the door and an all too familiar voice pulled him out of his current watchful state. He moved away from the telescope, numbed with... he didn't even know what. An array of emotions that he wasn't quite sure how to classify, or handle for that matter. He walked toward the source of the sound, recognizing how different the tone was. It did not hold the same strength of gloating manner that Jefferson had expected. He could instantly tell that something was wrong. But he didn't care. All he cared about was getting back to his Grace.
"You." Was all he could get out as he made his presence known, standing in front of her, keeping a suitable distance between them. A woman he had cared so deeply for, yet one that it seemed he engaged in a game of betray tag with. "What have you done?" He questioned, his words unnervingly calm. Too calm. Too composed, considering all the rage and fear that was coursing through him. "What the hell have you done?!" He questioned again. Here he was, in a massive mansion... but he would trade this, and every thing he owned, if only to be reunited with his daughter.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 16:09:35 GMT
holding conflicting realities in While this wasn't the most ideal life, it was one filled with love. Love, between a father and daughter. Grace was his heart and since the passing of her mother, he spent every possible moment he could with her. Of course, instances such as this forced his company from her... but he did this for them.
Their home was small and quaint, but that was exactly what it was: a home. A place filled with love and a family. He would forever wish that Grace had her mother, hating that because of his work, his daughter was deprived of one... not to mention the fact that Jefferson lost a wife. Yet he could not turn back time. All he could do was focus on the present and the future; a future with Grace.
He was in the marketplace, having his assortment of mushrooms on the table in small bunches, ready to be sold. He had went from an infamous portal hopper to a less impressive mushroom vendor... but this new job, unlike his last, allowed him to spend time with his daughter.
He didn't have to travel between the realms and be apart from her for so long. The sacrifice was a less lavish lifestyle, but Jefferson could easily accept that. Family was important. Family was everything. He had already sold a few, as the market place was fairly busy today.
He would have to collect more tomorrow and find more buyers but for the time being, he was taking advantage of the crowd that filled the market, hoping that he would make a little extra today so that he could buy a gift for his daughter. He often made most of her toys, but he wanted to get her something special... she deserved anything and everything.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 16:01:03 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Now Jefferson knew he could be eccentric at times. That there was a quirkiness to him that sometimes resulted in unpredictability. But in this case, he was not mad. He was not insane. He was just... sneaking into the queen's chambers late at night. To some, that may seem like insanity. To him, it was merely what they had been reduced to. Considering she was married. Considering their, romantic relationship. Jefferson's line of work was so far from being deemed as normal; why expect any normalcy in his life.
As he successfully evaded the guards, he climbed through the open window of Regina's chambers. Stepping inside, it was dark, and he immediately noticed that her lacking presence. He supposed he could wait.
He had to fight the temptation to start snooping around her room, and instead, seated himself on the lavish chair, taking off his hat and setting it aside. She could very wel be with the king tonight for... reasons that Jefferson preferred not to think on. No man in love with a woman enjoyed thinking of said woman engaging in physical relations with another man. He was no exception to this.
But all he could do was wait. And he would do so all night if that was how long it took to see her. He tapped his foot repeatedly, the action increasing in pace as his head turned every which way, looking around while remaining seated. He wasn't one who was often able to remain still, tonight more than ever.
He knew there was a risk of someone else entering her chambers and thus, him getting caught. However he knew her footsteps. He could recognize them beyond the door, aware of the way she moved and whether it would be her entering her chambers. That confidence was what kept him in place, perfectly confident in not getting caught... more restless over thoughts of how long it would take to see her.
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 15:46:15 GMT
holding conflicting realities in It had all started with a deal. An agreement. Jefferson was to lead the queen to believe that there was no way to bring back her loved one from the dead, and of course Victor was to be involved in this elaborate plan. Rumple of course had his reasons, and Jefferson wasn't going to overly pry in them. He had played his part to perfection and it seemed that Rumple had Regina in the right mindset that he had wanted her in to continue to train her.
What Jefferson hadn't anticipated was the friendship that followed. Or well, however his relationship with Regina could be classified. His job often caused him to travel much but he found himself enjoying her company when time permitted them to. He wasn't overly concerned with the fact that she was married to another man.
As of right now, they were just friends. Despite what Jefferson's own heart was causing him to feel for he knew it was something more. But alas, he would not ruin what they had now, despite his longing for something more. She was married. Right now, he was currently awaiting her presence under her beloved apple tree. He had often contemplated confessing his feelings for her, but he was unsure whether they would be reciprocated.
He supposed one day he would... today. Tomorrow. Days from now. Months. Who knows. When the moment came, he figured he would know what to say and how to say it. And in the meantime, he would just enjoy her company, never having expected to be so fond of Rumple's apprentice. But not did he have any regrets about it.
She was a beautiful woman and there was something very intriguing about her. Jefferson was not a man who engaged in frivolous intimate relationships. But this was the first time, in a long time, he felt something for someone that caused him to want to see this person again and again. And that desire had brought him here, under her apple tree.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 25, 2015 11:28:32 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Grace was rather eager to get back to her papa, and was elated when the man offered to take her to him. Her smile grew a little, comforted by the fact that she would not have to find her own way to him. She feared getting lost. Doing as she was instructed to, she held tightly to the man, closing her eyes as she felt him leap from branch to branch. Curiosity caused her to open them, realizing she felt safe enough that he wasn't going to drop her. Soon enough, they were on the ground and he helped her to her feet. "You must have had a lot of practice doing that," she pointed out. She walked alongside him, staying close by his side.
"Why are you so far from home?" She asked curiously. She felt sad for him, but maybe he ran away from home? "Do you have a family?" She further inquired, rather curious and fascinated with his man who moved so effortlessly in the trees. "Yes," she answered. "Our home is not a long walk, but I don't know the way," she admitted. "My papa does though!" She added. As she walked with him, she clutched her doll with one hand and with her other, casually took his hand in her own, holding it as they walked.
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