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( for once, Belle isn’t cleaning so much as she is poking around in things that she probably shouldn’t be touching at while Rumplestiltskin isn’t in his room to keep her from his things. it isn’t all that often that she ventures into his room (save for cleaning it) so it’s safe to say her curiosity has likely gotten the best of her; and at the moment, she’s not aware she’s being recorded by her little trinket that was likely left behind in here when she was cleaning up )

Just what are you up to lately, hm…? ( she’s walking her fingers along the various oblong shaped bottles that hold a variety of potions within their confinements, tilting her head at some, narrowing her eyes to others to better see the contents — but never does she pick one up ) I wonder what this—

( her subconscious gets the better of her, though and imagining a noise (or possibly truly hearing one) Belle jerks to stand upright again. veering her body rather quickly to look at the door, she’s startled to see that no one is there but even moreso at the noise of shattering glass — she’d knocked a vial over )

Oh no!

( she’s about to kneel and grab the pieces when from the ground where the bottle shattered, a vast, thick purple colored fog erupts and covers the whole of the room, causing the device to lose Belle’s form as she’s engulfed by it. although it can’t be seen anymore, Belle stumbles through the ‘cloud’ to the window in the hopes that opening it will cause the mess to disperse but it fails and soon she’s coughing from the thick smoke-like substance )

Rumple—! ( alas, he’s not home after all, so crying out to him won’t work! ) —help me!

( the coughing continues, as do the calls for help, but otherwise the purple vastness is all that remains to be seen on the camera )

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( let's just agree that like a cat, curiosity is bound to kill her and leave it at that, shall we?

she heard the cry of her name all too late and with the fog now surrounding her, she's utterly stuck in the room with it being unable to find the door with such low visibility

what a miserable situation to find herself in ) Sebastian—? ( that was the butler's voice she had heard, wasn't it? suddenly she's all the more embarrassed and beings to hopelessly search for the exit, letting a cry pass her lips as a palm is split opened at the glass on the floor. were she not a lady, she would have cursed from it )

Rumpelstiltskin! ( she could still beg his name for help, who knew after all, he might get home before the other man arrived to help her, although it was not likely )

[ ...let us then hope that, like the cat, satisfaction will bring her back. ~~but idioms aside there will be absolutely no dying, belle! not as long as sebastian's still around.~~ ]

Belle! [ sebastian all but skids to a stop atop the neighboring roof to shout... but it's hopeless. a frown forms on his face as he scans the building for the room that she's become trapped in. about to move round to the other side of the building he catches the sweet smell of blood. ] Belle! [ possibilities as to the reason for the blood race through his mind as he swiftly pinpoints her location. hurries into the building and burst open through the door as immediately he doubles over, narrowing his eyes to try and see through the purple haze. ] Belle, are you alright, ...please, ..._{answer me.} [ worried sebastian is worried. ]

( she's not on her ninth life just yet. ~~aw come on, Sebastian, not even a little death?~~

the window remains opened, so she can hear his cry but fails to respond to it and as it happens, she can't even locate it anymore with how thick the fog has become and all from such a tiny vial too. Rumple's potions are certainly extremely potent it seems! soon, the only thing coming from her lips are the sounds of coughs, that is until she hears Sebastian's pleading tone and despite the hazy smoke (and the glass covered floor) she begins to crawl toward the sound of it slowly )

Sebastian—?

~~ok. fine. a little bit of death!~~ ]

[ and sebastian is not going to argue that. as he enters the room the toxic cloud has grown even thicker than it had been but a few moments before. he falls into a crouch and moves slowly into the room as he brings a handkerchief to his lips. ] Belle. [ ...he finds no sign of her as he looks around and he feels his heart start to sink. had something happened, but, thankfully, she calls out to him. he follows the sound until he all but bumps into her, ...his hand coming to rest on her shoulder as he draws her against his person. passes the handkerchief to her as he quietly instructs her to cover her mouth. ] Let's get out of here, shall we, ...?

( ~~score!~~

she's still clambering about haphazardly through the potionsmaster's room, however Belle has taken to trying to hold her breath while she waves a hand before herself in search of a wall to follow toward the door. it doesn't last, however and she gasps a breath as a palm finds her shoulder, fortunate for her this is soon followed by a cloth being placed over her mouth and relief swells through her chest.

Belle nods against his palm. )

Please...

[ and he is so relieved to have found her. she seems alright... but that is still yet to be determined. who knows what sort of ill effects this concoction may or may not have had on her. pulls her against him as he scoops her up bridal style to make a swift exit out the door. holds his breath as he brings her out onto the streets just outside the shop. setting her down he drops to his knee to cough. shudders, giving a look at the building. ] Belle, are you feeling alright, ...you aren't hurt, are you? [ the blood. ]

( briefly, her arms are wrapped around his shoulders as he carries her and once settled to the floor in the street with cleaner air again, she breathes a heavy breath of fresher air. frowning, she kneels down next to him and is about to extend a hand to touch his shoulder, but stops herself.

the blood. her hands — they'll heal, she tells herself but frowns )

No, I'm alright. ( she winces just slightly as she presses her hands to her knees to keep them hidden. she'd tend to them herself later ) Sebastian, what of you? Are you okay?

[ a small sigh of relief passes as she confirms that she's, in fact, alright. if only he could believe her. there's still the matter of the blood... and now that they've escaped the haze ridden confines of rumpelstiltskin's room he can smell it all the more clearly. ] I am alright, Belle, ...I'm far more worried about you. [ what aren't you telling him and, more importantly, why? ]

( she was burden enough for having caused him to come save her from Rumplestiltskin's room in the first place, she would tend to her own wounds. after all she'd given them to herself throughout her stupid clumsiness. he needn't be troubled by her ignorance any more than he already was )

N, no, you needn't be worried Sebastian, I'm fine now. ( she raised her gaze to the bedroom window, though. what to do about that mess? she was going to be in a lot of trouble ) I'm... so sorry to trouble you.

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[ a burden. belle... how could you think such things. sebastian considers himself a friend, and he'd do most anything for a friend ~~since they are so far and few between~~. he sighs. he's not sure he believes her but he won't press the matter. ]

[ his gaze follows hers as it moves to the window. ] ...you've not troubled me at all. [ and he gets to his feet. ] Is he going to be coming home soon? [ a tilt of the head. ] I can always lend a hand cleaning up. [ and the broken glass... he'd not want her to hurt herself on it. ]

( unfortunately, belle often saw herself as a clumsy burden unto most people, ~~rumplestiltskin~~ her friends especially. a sigh sigh passing her lips, she tugged her gaze from the purple mess leaving rumple's window to look at sebastian once more )

I honestly don't know. ( shrugging her shoulders lightly, she clenched the fabric of her skirt in her palms, fretting the offer to help. she could change and tend to herself while he began the clean up, perhaps, that way she wouldn't be taking up more of his time fretting over herself

but— ) I, I couldn't ask you to help with that, you've already inhaled enough of that smoke getting me out of there.

[ and that is a shame because she is most certainly not a burden to sebastian. he enjoys her company and her friendship. ] Let me help then. [ as he'd not like for her to get scolded, and he can only imagine the things rumpelstiltskin might do to her for having dropped one his precious potions. ]

...you need not ask. [ sets a hand out her shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. ] Is that not what friends do, Belle, help one another. I am offering to help because it's what I want to do. [ gives her a small smile as he gets to his feet. ] ...you have been through a lot, leave this to me. [ rolls up his sleeves as he heads for the door. he'll have this mess tidied up in no time at all. ]

( truth be told, she didn't want to know what rumplestiltskin might do to her when he found out that she'd broken a potion of his. the gods could only tell her what it might have been for and she was already riddled with guilt from having done so. this was yet another moment in her life that she would be damning her curiosity.

watching sebastian return toward the shop, belle chased after him. she was flattered by the smile and reassurance he had offered her, and even more so with his adamant behavior toward helping her — but that was just it, he offered help, he shouldn't have to do it all himself!

following him back into the building she briefly excused herself to tend to her 'battle wounds' and change her dress, blood stains would not do after all. glancing to the wrappings on her palms, she chewed her inner cheek in thought, returning to the main lobby in order to join sebastian with the clean up. well, those wouldn't go hidden would they? perhaps he wouldn't notice

she made her way up the stairs once more ) I'm not even certain how to, well, collect smoke.

[ as sebastian hears her at his heels he stops and casts a glance over his shoulder. he didn't mind, truth be told, cleaning up on his own as he's certainly had to tend to bigger messes in the past... but he does appreciate the sentiment behind her train of thought. ~~his master never bothered to help... but that, of course, is to be expected.~~ pushing those thoughts aside and resisting the urge to sigh he shot her another smile as she excused herself. ]

[ not about to spend even a single second dawdling sebastian set to work and began cleaning. he swept up the broken glass, noting the faint bits of blood, and opened the window to help circulate the air. by the time belle returned most, if not all, the smoke had left the room. there were still a few things to be done... but sebastian had, for the most part, taken care of everything. ] ...no need to collect it. [ turns around to face her. ] But what we should do is wipe everything down as there are, no doubt, traces of the fog on his things.

( my, but he made quick work of the place. she had almost hoped to save whatever she could of the smoke but in the end, it wouldn't have worked anyway. within the vial it hadn't been in 'smoke form' so to speak and either way, rumplestiltskin would have known something had occurred. taking it as a loss, belle gave him a soft nod )

I can certainly help with that. ( belle had left her supplies in the sorcerer's room as she had been meant to be cleaning it, so easily locating some cloths to wipe things down with. picking one up, she busied herself with some dusting off of his things ) Sebastian... thank you for your help. I must think of some method to repay your kindness.

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