A soft, frightened sound catches in his throat when the source of his terror seems to lean even closer to him. He's always feared Rumpelstiltskin, so much more so since his parents came under his thumb - like a child's nightmare come to life.
"It's not right," he manages in a dull whine, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "These are country folk, they've got nothin' worth taking and need what they do have."
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Date: 2012-03-25 10:10 pm (UTC)"It's not right," he manages in a dull whine, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "These are country folk, they've got nothin' worth taking and need what they do have."