Chapter 3: A change of personality
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Taylor had spent a few days in the castle with Rumplestilskin, conversations were barely started. What could she say? Rumplestilskin wouldn't tell things about himself. The more she came into the kitchen, the more curious she was about the door that she wasn't allowed to open. She didn't want to see Rumplestilskin angry, so she didn't open the door.
Taylor walked through the big doors of the castle, it was cold outside. She put her cloak on the large dining table. The large wicker basket that she had taken to the village was now full of red roses, they were all wonderful.
"I bought some flowers to put on the dining table, maybe you 'd like that."
Rumplestilskin looked up from the big chair in which he sat, he stood up and walked over to Taylor.
"Indeed, they are beautiful. Just grab a vase out of the closet ."
Obediently she grabbed a vase and poured cold water into it, carefully she cut the stems of the roses a little smaller and putted them into the vase .
"Why don't you go into the village?" It just popped out , but she wasn't scared of that she had asked it.
"None of your business dearie, my deals are outside of that retarded village."
Taylor looked sorely at him . "It was just a question Rumplestilskin ."
"And you have the courage to speak like that to me dear lady? Against the Dark One?"
He looked at her with wide eyes. He was in front of her now, so close in fact that she could feel his warm breath again her delicate cheeks.
"You think I should be afraid of you? I know very well that you won't do anything to me Rumplestilskin." she said firmly .
"You haven't swept the library floor yet ."
" You just say that because you can't think of a reply, but I 'm on my way dear Dark One ." Taylor smiled at him, he was not the only one who could make sassy comments.
That evening, Taylor sat in the tree next to her window. It was cold outside, making her shiver as she sat in the tree. But it was the only place she truly felt at home . Her red dress was hanging on a hook against the wall, she didn't want to hang it in the closet. She liked to see her red dress, it was her favourite colour.
Suddenly the door opened, and Rumplestilskin walked inside.
"Are you going to sleep?"
Taylor looked surprised at him, he never really talked to her in a normal way.
"In a few minutes." she looked at the millions of lights in the dark night, stars. They were all unique and beautiful.
Rumplestilskin walked to the window which she was sitting just outside of, he looked at her. He did this a few times before, she asked herself again and again why he was looking at her in that way.
"Why do you always look at me like that?"
"I'll tell you later, but come on." He held his hand out, which Taylor grabbed and was led inside.
"Thanks Rumple ..." That was the first time she called him Rumple. He did more for her in a day than her own father had done in sixteen years.
"You know what, feel free to do whatever you want to do tomorrow." he smiled at her.
"Where is this coming from?" she smiled at him.
Rumplestilskin showed another one of his traits, typical of a dark one according to Taylor. "Because you can do lot extra the day after tomorrow dearie." He laughed in his own way, again typically Rumplestilskin.
"Goodnight Rumple." she stood in front of him and grabbed his wrist for a brief moment of needed contact. Rumplestilskin looked at his wrist, first a little confused. Then he looked at Taylor with a friendly smile. "Goodnight Taylor." This wasn't just a man. Sooner or later, he would mean something to her.