Prove Me Wrong (Rumple X OC. Hook X OC)

Chapter Three

"You'd think this place had been empty for years, look at the state of these curtains!" Katherine whined in disgust at the clouds of dust that appeared in the air as she shook the dark curtains
"I know, you'd think, being the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin would be able to clean up a little. I mean, all that magic, surely it would take him seconds. Why does he even need maids?" Eleanor wondered aloud, thinking she knew the answer
"He's probably lonely" Katherine confirmed the same thought her sister had had "everybody seems so afraid of him. Don't get me wrong, he looks like he could be terrifying if he so wanted but, given how we were treated by strangers growing up, I much prefer his presence"
"You can say that again" Eleanor laughed wondering when she'd gotten to a point in her life where she'd rather live in an isolated castle with an evil sorcerer than in the village in which she were raised
"You know, dearies" a voice came from the doorway and they both turned, startled "if your hands could move as quick as your mouths do, this place would be spotless by now" he giggled as they looked at the floor, slightly ashamed
"Sorry, sir" they both spoke together. Their new master came walking into the room, slowly. Eleanor wondered how he could make something as simple as walking look so menacing and calculated. They braced themselves slightly, expecting him to explode with rage but, as he stood in front of them, he conjured a pot of tea onto the table adjacent to them, motioning for them to have a drink
"Really?" Katherine asked
"I may be a monster, dearie, but I do have manners"
"I don't think you're a monster" Eleanor told him as she poured her tea into a beautiful tea cup
"Then you are naive" he told her, coming to stand next to her
"No, sir, my sister and I just have the underrated ability to see the good in people, even when the world believes it to be nonexistent" The Dark One watched her with a curious expression, to anybody else, the intense eye contact may have been awkward and uncomfortable but with Eleanor's strong will and Rumplestiltskins lack of regular human behaviour, the gaze was... interesting. Eleanor finally took the chance to properly study his eyes. They were bright yellow and piercing, as though they belonged to a snake. They were terrifying, in a sense, but also incredibly mesmerising and almost beautiful. Rumplestiltskin, in turn, studied her. Her electric green eyes showed no sign of fear, as they should - as he'd come to expect - on the contrary, they almost held a certain level of respect and admiration for the man that stood before her. They were wary, naturally, even he couldn't deny he was quick to temper more often than not, but she wasn't afraid of him, which he found incredibly odd. He'd never seen anyone act this way toward him since before he became the Dark One, when he was a coward. No. He'd never go back to being a coward!
"Enough!" He spoke into the silence surrounding them and watched as the moment slipped from her eyes and confusion took its place "this place is still a mess, I thought you were supposed to be maids! Get back to work!" He ordered and, now starting to feel slightly afraid, Eleanor stumbled backwards into the table, knocking her cup of tea onto the floor
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She panicked, not wanting to rile his temper further. She picked up the cup from the floor, dreading what she saw "I'm so sorry sir, it's chipped slightly, b-but it's only chipped, you can hardly notice it" she was examining the small chip on the rim of the cup, too afraid to look at him
"It's only a cup" he dismissed, seemingly uninterested "clean it up" he told them and strode out of the room. Eleanor let out a shaky breath
"What the hell was that?" Katherine asked
"I don't know what happened I just knocked it off, why didn't he kill me?"
"Not that! The eye thing"
"What eye thing?"
"Oh, I don't know, the way you were staring longingly into each other's eyes"
"Shut up Katherine"
"I'm serious, El. You should have seen the way he looked at you, it was intense"
"That's an understatement" Eleanor sighed and picked up a rag to pick up the tea that had spilled onto the floor when the cup fell.