· Bittersweet Birthday || young!Bae and spinner!Rum || magicaedestruit
Rumpelstiltskin hadn’t been expecting his son to want to go just yet, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood to leave the house. It was still early, and the spinner had stayed up rather late last night working at the wheel. However, he gave a soft yawn as he nodded his head and smiled gently at Baelfire. “Go ahead, lad. I’ll be right behind you.”
He lifted himself from his chair and reached for his walking stick. His own jacket was hanging by the door, as well, and he grabbed it as he hobbled after his son and out the door into the slightly chilly morning air.
It was all worth it, he reminded himself, as he watched Bae practically skip to Morraine’s. It was worth all of the hardships he had faced to be able to be here, right this in moment, with his precious little boy.
As expected, the response Baelfire was given by his father ignited a sheer explosion of enthusiasm, and he was at the door again in mere seconds. His tread towards Morraine was something akin to a hastened skip, somewhere between fast walking and running, though he paused occasionally to look over his shoulder and see if his father was coming along well. He knew his father wasn’t as fast as he was due to his old injury, so despite how eager he was to get to Morraine’s to pick up the swords, he did slow down his pace every now and again just so his father could catch up.
Arriving at the door of the old little house Morraine lived in, Baelfire gave a few frantic knocks, and the door was answered almost immediately by the young girl, whose face lit up to see her good friend on her doorstep. He was enveloped in a hug almost immediately.
“Bae! Happy birthday!”
He produced a laugh and hugged her back, thanking her for wishing him a happy birthday, but she didn’t seem to take much note of his thanks; as soon as they broke the hug, she was already on her way inside to grab a carefully wrapped package off the table. Bae gave a questioning look when she handed it to him.
“What’s this?”
When Morraine didn’t answer, but in stead silently urged him to open the package, Bae obliged, soon uncovering the two wooden swords that he’d come to collect.
“They’re yours, so long as I get to join in some time.”
And yet again, Baelfire’s entire face lit up with happiness, especially as he turned around to show his father the gift Morraine had given him for his birthday.
“Look, Papa! Morraine says they’re mine now. I’m gonna practice every day!”
