holden-gothel:
“Okay no, nobody’s dying or getting harmed. That’s a little extreme and there’s no way I’m doing anything like that. You got to think logically, jumping to torture instead of thinking of your possibilities is the wrong way to go. Like, what if you get caught?”
“Too little too late. Oh, I think you will... at the very least, I think you’ll do what I say. I could very easily kill the brat in an instant. But... correct me if I’m wrong... you seem to be a bit... fond of her.” Chuckling wildly, he shook his head. “I haven’t gotten caught yet, and I won’t.”
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holden-gothel:
“Can you stop talking about Heather like that? You’re being gross. What makes you think that I’m going to replace whatever she did for you anyways? If our own sister wouldn’t do your dirty work for you then there’s no way I’ll be able to do it. So you’re right, I won’t be good at it… at all.”
“You mean stop telling the truth? Afraid not, little brother.” Taking out a cigarette, he stuck it between his lips, lighting it and blowing the smoke in Holden’s face. “Who says she didn’t? I got her to do a lot of things for me, actually. She was quite successful at befriending that Fitzherbert brat. It’s a shame she turned against me... now the blonde will have to pay for our sister’s sins.”
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holden-gothel:
“You talk to me as if I’m five, you do realize I am only four years younger than you? And we’re both adults, you could at least talk to me like I’m not a child. What are you even going on about?”
“Four years is a very long time to some people. You’ll learn the value of time when you’re older, I suppose. I’m talking about Heather, you swine. Heather’s a slut. She’s gone. You’re here, ergo, you’ve replaced her. Replacement slut. Though I don’t reckon you’re very good at it...”
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holden-gothel:
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Look, Harley, I know we don’t agree on a lot of things but I still respect you. I’m just asking for you to do the same for me.”
“If that’s what you’re going for you’re going to be disappointed all your life, little brother. What, Heather leaves and you come to take her place? If you’re going to replace the family slut you can at least give us something to work with, here...”
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@holden-gothel
“What do I want? I want a lot of things, in life, Holden, and I assure you, watching you spy on some little whore isn’t one of them. Stop being a twat.”
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@daliazeus
“If you don’t find a way to shut this thing up, I will, and we’re going to have an angry Headmistress on our tails. Not that I care about pissing anyone odd, but I’m trying not to be noticed, as of lately.”
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victoroogie:
“I am indeed. You can’t beat a basic cigarette. Truly, they go hand in hand with liquor. Yes, please. Got a name?”
“Exactly what I was thinking. You look like a man who appreciates simple things like that. Lee. You?”
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bluegirlpiper:
“You say that as if I want to come across as nice.”
“And what would you like to come across as, then, my dear?”
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anissabjorgman:
Anissa chuckled at his question. “Sorry. I did not mean to stare. When you lit your cigarette, the smell reminded me of someone. At first glance, I thought you may be him. It threw me off is all.” She explained, a little disappointed by the fact it wasn’t who she expected. “Do you normally stare at the strangers staring at you, Lee?”
“Really?” This information caught his attention, straightening up. “Who, may I ask, did you think I was?” He could tell she was a little upset that she had been wrong, but that made it all the more interesting. “I stare at everyone, sweetheart, but never for too long. Just long enough to gauge the information about them that I may need.”
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victoroogie:
“I would have considered it rude if you didn’t ask me to join.” Chuckled Victor. “What you smoking today, hm?”
“I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you’re talking about narcotics. Unfortunately I tend to stick to normal cigarettes. Would you care for one?”
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anissabjorgman:
“The last thing I would want is to seem rude.” Anissa smiled taking a seat down in front of him. “I’m Anissa by the way, nice to meet you.” She said in a chipper voice holding her hand out.
Harley watched as the girl sat, trying not to show his distaste for her joyful tone. “Charmed. You may call me Lee.” He shook her hand, only to seem not suspicious. “Tell me Anissa, do you normally make a habit of staring at strangers?”
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nerissatriton:
“ Do you see anyone else having the time of their life? Did not think so. ” Raising her eyebrows, she made a face at his comment. “ Pardon? I will have you know I often practice yoga. Unbelievable, they will let all sorts of scum here and expect us to live with it. ”
“That means shit. You might practice it, but it isn’t doing anything for you, sweetheart.” Chuckling, he took a drag from his cigarette, blowing it in her direction. “No one said you had to live with me. You don’t see me knocking at your door, suitcases in tow. You want to hear a little secret?”
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nerissatriton:
“ Surely it cannot be considered as rude as smoking in a closed environment. Have you got no manners? Just because you have a death wish, it does not mean we all need one too. “
“...Do you see anyone else complaining? I didn’t think so. Seems like you could use one. It’ll loosen you up, and take the stick out of your ass.”
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“If you’re going to stare, at least join me. I’ll consider it rude, otherwise.”
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