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She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered different. She did not suffer too much.

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holden-gothel‌:

“How did that even happen?” Holden asked. “Was she adopted or something? So she was raised as a hero while you weren’t? Or were you adopted instead? I don’t think I understand correctly.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah but you’re two more years wiser than I am,” he said to Dalia. “I really don’t know much for an eighteen year old. I mean, I haven’t even gotten laid yet and everyone else out here is fucking each others’ brains out!” Holden looked Dalia up and down, as she was looking away, when she said she was going to look fantastic forever but he didn’t comment on it. “I mean… I am a villain,” he corrected her. “But a bad one at that, I guess. I don’t have all that energy and anger in me.” Holden noticed that he was clearly annoying this girl in front of him. It was the wrong person to ramble to, but he couldn’t help it lately. He was ranting to more and more strangers he met each day. “Gee thanks,” he said sarcastically. “I think it was more jealousy than love… or both… maybe. I want her, but she wants someone else that I couldn’t compete with.” Holden realized he was doing the zero confidence thing again. “Goddammit I did it again,” he said out loud. ”Sorry.”

Holden looked down at his hand when he realized it was all patched up then he looked up at Dalia. He got up from his seat on the toilet and followed her to the kitchen. Holden noticed Dalia pouring them some drinks. “Uh, what is that?” Holden questioned, innocently not knowing for the naive eighteen year old that he was. “And sorry… for complaining so much. I know it’s annoying, I can’t help it.” He crossed his arms, feeling insecure. “Either way I’ll get hurt in the end,” Holden replied. “I continue to never talk to her, I spend the rest of my life wondering if it would be better if I talked to her the first time I saw her. I somehow manage to actually talk to her, I can put her danger or she could reject me. I know I can’t win but it’s so hard to move on too.” He looked down at the drink, feeling a bit nervous to actually drink it. Holden looked up at Dalia then down at the glass again. “Uh okay,” he agreed. Holden lifted the drink to his lips and took a small sip.

“We’re twins, how would she have been adopted?” Dalia raised a brow, not understanding what he meant. “My parents got rid of me when I was little. I wasn’t the favorite one,” she shrugged her shoulders, pretending as if it really didn’t bother her. It didn’t anymore, truthfully. “I’m like 10 years wiser than you, but we’ll let that slide. Who the hell is fucking someone’s brain? That sounds-- wait, how do you know everyone is having sex? I’m not having sex, and I’m the hottest person here,” she grumbled. She hadn’t hooked up with anyone since Cal left, and she was almost mad at herself that she had let herself fall for him at all. “That’s why you seem so young. You’re a virgin. Don’t tell me you were saving yourself for that girl. So you’re just from an evil little family, but you’ve never done anything bad. And why aren’t you mad at whoever it is your family is mad at?” Not that Dalia was mad at anyone in particular at first, other than her parents and sister. But that rage had grown into a hatred for the world and how cruel it had been to her. Holden was lucky and he didn’t even realize it.

Sighing, she attempted not to roll her eyes for once. Holden wasn’t a child, despite him acting like one. Maybe that was how he had been treated all his life, but it wouldn’t happen here, and it did him no good. “It’s whiskey. It doesn’t taste good at first, but the ice mostly fixes that. You’ll be fine, don’t complain,” she waved her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her own drink. It would make him feel better soon. “I don’t care if you complain, but don’t apologize to anyone for anything. You’ve done nothing wrong, start seeing yourself that way. This girl, whoever she is, is taken? So you have to move on. You’re already hurt. You didn’t talk to her back then and even if you talked to her now, who says it would end well? Besides, how can you really love someone without ever having spoken to them? That’s infatuation, Holden,” she shook her head. He wouldn’t like hearing it, but she was never one to lie. “Do yourself, and me, a favor and focus on something else. Like getting laid, dear gods, how are you eighteen and this innocent?”

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holden-gothel‌:

“Ah okay, Greece. To be honest, I haven’t traveled much… and I don’t know much as well. All I know is: forest, outside the forest with the markets, the palace, and the tower across from the palace,” Holden said. “Why can’t you stay in the palace but your sister can? What’s the difference?” He smiled softly at Dalia. “Yeah, I know! I look like a child,” he agreed. “I definitely look young for my age but positive thing to that is I won’t look all wrinkly before I’m even fifty years old like some people.” Holden snickered at his own joke. He nodded his head when Dalia mentioned the villains in the area. “I’m aware they do,” Holden said to her. “I’m used to it. I grew up with it.” He looked around a bit until he spotted the toilet and sat on top of the closed cover.

Holden could feel his face burn red as Dalia started to question him about his breakdown. This was so embarrassing. “Uh yeah, that’s exactly what I did…” he mumbled. “I mean… it could have been worse. I could have punched a person instead. I don’t know how to control my anger or sadness… or, for a matter of fact, I don’t know how to control any of my emotions. I guess…” Holden trailed off, pausing to think how he was going to word what he was thinking. “I guess I just hold them in too long,” he continued. “I don’t know how to express it and all I do is mess up. Sorry, I’m probably repeating myself with all this rambling.” His eyes widened when Dalia mentioned a she. “Wha-what?” Holden choked out. “Is it really that obvious?!” He coughed, feeling awkward. “Anyways… it doesn’t even matter,” Holden told the girl sitting in front of him. “She doesn’t even know who I am and even if she did, there is no way she would ever want me. I’m not worthy of her.”

“Right, so you’re new.” Dalia had sort of figured that. “...my sister is nice and I’m evil, or something.” Really, she was just cold and calculating, but her parents had made her that way. It wasn’t as if she chose to be terrible. “Whatever, I’m only two years older than you. Hey, I’m going to look this fantastic forever,” she smirked, looking down at herself. She’d never had any trouble getting the attention of any male, especially when she actually put in a little effort, which was rare. “So you grew up with villains, but you’re not one.” Of course he wasn’t, he didn’t look like one- and he was way too emotional. He cared way too much about something, and it didn’t even matter what it was. That would need to be fixed.

She listened to how he felt, wanting him to get the rambling out of his system, and it gave her a change to focus more on his hand than anything. When she finished wrapping it, he had finally finished speaking. “You have literally zero confidence. It’s not that it’s obvious, but only something as stupid as love makes someone do something like punch a tree,” she rolled her eyes. “Now you’re not worthy of her? Jesus. Come on.” She took his hand and lead him back to the kitchen, motioning for him to sit at the counter and getting them both a drink. “We need to have a little talk. And I’m doing this for my benefit as much as yours, because hearing you whine is literally like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a crying baby- you are worthy of whatever this girl is,”she waved her hand dismissively as she filled up the glasses. “And who cares, anyway? Love is overrated. It just gets you hurt in the end. Drink.” She pushed the glass toward him. “You need to toughen up.”

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“Nice to meet you Dalia,” Holden said. “I have never seen you before the last time we met, which you did say was you, but anyways, I’m sure I have never seen your twin sister around. Is she from the forest like you?” Holden tilted his head, confused that it sounded like Dalia was threatening him. “I mean…” he trailed off. “It’s not big deal really. And no, I’m not from the palace. I live in the woods as well.” Holden raised his eyebrows as Dalia referred to him as a kid. “Do I really look young and innocent enough to be mistaken for one of the palace kids?” he asked her. “That is the second time I was asked if I was from there. Anyways, I’m actually 18 years old.” Holden followed Dalia to a room, which turned out to be a bathroom. He awkwardly stood there, not knowing where he should sit. “I don’t know,” Holden replied, shrugging his shoulders. “I got upset. I feel just feel alone with everything. Nothing works in my favor and I can’t do anything about it. I was stupid and I took out my anger on that poor tree. Now my hand is all fucked up.”

“God, you’re adorable. We aren’t the forest, we’re from Greece. I stay here because I can’t stay in the palace, unlike Daphne,” Dalia rolled her eyes. He seemed so flustered when she threatened him- and it was definitely a threat, but he wouldn’t know that she really wasn’t worried about anyone finding her. She could take care of herself. She was surprised, however, to find out that he didn’t live in the palace. “Innocent enough. You do have a baby face, but that’s not the problem. Villains live out here,” she waived her hand dismissively, running a hand through her curls. “Sit on the toilet.” The seat was down, it’s not like he would fall in or anything. She grabbed some gauze and then some ointment, inspecting his knuckles. “You punched a tree and screamed because you feel alone? Don’t pity the tree, first of all,” she smirked.The tree barely had a dent, unlike Holden. “Second of all, everyone feels alone at one point. I’m not diminishing how you feel, but let me guess- it’s all over a girl?” She raised a brow at him, using the pause of silence to clean his scrapes and cuts. “Of course it is. It always is. Who is she?”

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holden-gothel‌:

Holden paused for a second. Should he really be telling this stranger his name? “Uh, I’m Holden,” he replied. Looks like I’m telling her my name anyways, he thought. It was impossible to think straight right now. Holden looked at his hand again, realizing the cuts were beginning to sting and hurt more. “Yeah you’re definitely right about that,” he agreed. “This is bad, this is really bad.” Holden looked up in shock as the girl told him she would pretend that she didn’t see anything. Of course it still happened, but pretending was better than everyone knowing. That is, assuming she wouldn’t tell everyone in the forest. “Thank you,” Holden thanked the girl. “It means a lot.” She started to walk away and Holden tilted his head, confused. When she turned around and called him over, he realized she wanted him to follow her. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “Yeah okay, I’m following.” Holden sprinted after her, noticing there was a house over in the distance. “Also I forgot to ask…” Holden began to say. “I already told you my name but who are you?”

“Of course I’m right,” Dalia smirked softly. Obviously this guy hadn’t heard of her, though maybe that was a good thing. She could be whomever she wanted now, especially now that she was on her own. “No big deal,” she shrugged, not used to anyone thanking her in general. Normally, she wasn’t the nicest person, but he seemed so upset. She wasn’t the type to kick a person when he was down. “I’m Dalia. Not to be confused with my twin sister, Daphne, though honestly I doubt you’d ever confuse us,” she waved her hand dismissively. Daphne was soft. Sure, she’d been hurt, but her life had been nothing like Dalia’s. “If you tell anyone where I live...” she didn’t finish the sentence, unlocking the door to the ornate home still filled with Cal’s things. “Are you one of those kids from the palace? Sorry, not a kid. You just look innocent.” She closed the door behind them, leading him to the bathroom where her first aid items were. “What were you doing out in the woods?”

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“Shit, you’re right,” he said, realizing who the girl standing before him was. “We have met before.” This was more of a worse situation that it was someone who recognized him. Holden looked at her shocked that she was offering her hand. First he reached out his bloody hand, then looked at it, realized what he was doing and quickly pulled away. “I got it,” Holden said to her. He stood up and got near the dark haired girl. “Thank you anyways though.” Holden sighed heavily, realized how much of a fool he must look right now. “Sorry you had to witness that,” he told her. “I’m just a mess right now and honestly I don’t think I know how to control it.”

“Right, but I never got your name.” At the time, Dalia really hadn’t cared enough to stick around. She had been bored, itching to get out and do something fun. But that was then. Reality had set in and she wasn’t really looking to do much of anything, for once. She saw that his hand had blood on it, and she assumed it was his, given his current state. “You’ll need that wrapped if you don’t want it to get infected. I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t witness anything,” she shook her head, giving him a way out. “Well, that’s a problem. You need to get that in check.” She started walking toward her house, assuming he was following her. “Come on,” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t dilly dally, we have things to do, including fixing you.”

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holden-gothel‌:

It was all his family’s fault. Holden couldn’t take the manipulation and the pressure to hate on the people he did not want to hate. By this time in his life without his family he could’ve had the girl to himself. He could have been happy. Holden had to get out. His breathing picked up, it felt like he was going to die. Holden stood up fast. His heartbeat was pumping throughout his whole body, his head felt dizzy, and he felt like he was going to cry. All he could do was run. Holden ran out of the tower, sprinting down the spiral stairs as fast as could. He ran towards the woods and stopped in front of a big tree, breathing heavily. Holden began to cry, so hard it hurt that he was getting choked up. “Why, why does it have to be like this,” he coughed out. Tears were streaming down his face, clouding his vision.

“It should’ve been me!” Holden screamed as he punched as hard as he can, hitting the tree in front of him. It hurt, but the anxiety and sadness he was feeling now hurt way more. He wiped away his tears with his other hand and looked down. The hand Holden punched the tree with was scratched up and cut, covered in blood. He felt numb. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps on dried up leaves coming in his direction. “Shit,” he swore, not wanting to get caught as being a complete mess. Holden looked up at the person then quickly looked away, not wanting them to see him like this. “Just leave me alone,” he mumbled.

Dalia strolled through the forest, using the quietest way to get to her place. It was better to attract less attention to herself, and she hadn’t really been feeling normal since Cal left so abruptly. She cursed herself for even letting herself feel something for someone when she had been adamant for so long about not breaking her own rules. Her gaze came up as she heard a yell, practically a scream, and she furrowed her brow. Who the hell else is out here? She couldn’t help but worry for a second that someone was at her door, someone she hadn’t wanted to run into- or maybe it was Cal. Her pace picked up, following the sound until she found the source of the yelling, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the boy. “You. We’ve met before.” She raised a brow at his reaction, pursing her lips. “That’s a little rude. Come on, get up,” she offered him her hand.

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holden-gothel‌:

“You just need to get a little creative, make a hobby out of something to pass the time.”

“Wow, I fell asleep just listening to that. Who are you, anyway?”

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“This place couldn’t possibly be any more boring. Gods, it almost makes me consider begging my uncle for a permanent hotel room in his little hell hole.”

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“Why don’t we? We should show people who are in control. Make them scared to cross us.” Victor had always liked the idea of power. More than a healthy amount. He liked being able to command people, have people fear him. No one was ever scared of him anymore. It was a feeling he missed dearly. “Why don’t we kidnap then? It’s not. What? Should I start just harming random people? It seems foolish to make unneeded enemies or hurt someone who could turn out later to be useful.”

“We should. That was my plan with Callahan, but he seemed to have other pressing matters to attend to,” Dalia pursed her lips. She should have been the most important thing, but whatever the case, that was why she didn’t get attached to anyone. “Kidnapping...I like that. She has an annoying husband, we will have to make sure he isn’t around. Do we have a place to put her?” That was the only thing Dalia hadn’t secured yet. “Are you truly afraid of making enemies?” Dalia gave him a mischievous smile. “That’s not how this will work. Everyone will be afraid of even speaking your name, including your enemies. I will be the queen of this place, and more. And you could do even better than that. Come on, what do you do for fun?”

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victoroogie:

“I guess that makes me worth six of him?” Victor chuckled before raising his hand in defence. “Kidding, kidding. I know the two of us could pull off just about anything we want together. No cold feet here. They just gave me a child to look after. Now, come on. I’m craving trouble. Anyone on your hit list? I need some blood.”

“You wish. Luckily for you, I’m on your team and not against you. We could own this place.” Dalia smirked and nodded; there was plenty on her hit list and she wanted Victor to come along. “My sister. So you’ve got a thirst for this sort of thing, what have you been doing all this time? This place isn’t in shambles, clearly it should be.”

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kitmutton:

“I could have been, trust me. Caffeine? Never had that before…Got soft? Fine. Maybe that is true. But I haven’t drank or smoked in months, I don’t even know how my body would react if I started that all again. What did you normally do?”

“You’ve never had caffeine? What kind of idiot are you? Oh, you stopped smoking and drinking, that explains a lot. Your body would be fine, it’d be like starting over probably. For adrenaline? Hurt people, slay my enemies, set things on fire, sleep with inappropriate men. Don’t even start to lecture me.”

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kitmutton:

“Boring? That’s new. People used to think I was too much for them, but I guess a lot has happened. What would you suggest I do then? I am not dead, just deprived of sleep. My daughter still wakes up in the middle of the night. We were so close to, I don’t know what has gotten into her.”

“I don’t think anybody’s too much for me. I suggest you drink some caffeine and man up. Oh, that’s what happened. You had a kid and got all soft. Gross. Well, you’re no fun. What usually gets your adrenaline going?”

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kitmutton:

“For someone who hardly gets any sleep, it is loud. I want to take a nap, not listen to whatever the hell this is.”

“Gods, you’re boring. It’s not time to sleep, sleep when you’re dead. Speaking of which, you look like death. What’s wrong with you?”

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