headcanon

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• He didn't choose his home in Storybrooke. There was too much subtle power going into simply remembering that he couldn't risk the Queen figuring him out that early by wasting his hand on amenities. Besides, he'd already been promised wealth and power in the real world anyway - he'd not thought beyond that. Hadn't thought about the way he'd needed to clutch to a staff before stabbing his way into magic's embrace, and how the damp played havoc with his knee. It'd been a long time since Rumpelstiltskin had had to worry about such things.
  
  Mr. Gold, however, thought Regina might have specifically chosen his Storybrooke abode with its large stoop and three stories simply to fuck with him. He doesn't know for certain, but he knows her.
  
  
• None of his canes are "simply" canes. They're all weapons of a sort - mostly swords, hidden away by varnish and rowan. But one holds the greatest treasure he'd secreted out of the old country: the fairy godmother's own wand, sealed in one of the shabbier staffs. He starts walking with that one more often after the events of Skin Deep.