rapunzel ♫ 01

[flowergleam]

Who: Rapunzel and somarium
Where: Espoir, not far from the tavern
Style: starting in first, but I will match you
Status: so very open~!

[Hi, good morning, Espoir. There's a very strange sight near the centre of the village today: not the sleeping barefooted girl, but rather the hair on her head, because holy heck is that a lot of blonde hair. Seventy feet of

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[foundaprincess]

[Now Flynn's taken to exploring Somarium and Espoir was his target for today. The weird 1920s outfit could take some getting used to, though. He has his hat off - revealing slicked-back dark hair - and was tugging at the collar of his shirt when he heard that familiar voice.

Calling his name.

His real one.]

Goldie?

[He heads towards the voice, emerging from one of the streets-

and has the breath whooshed out of his lungs as she backs up into him] OOF- hey! [he stumbles a little but catches himself, and just stares] ...Wow, it really is you.

1/?

[flowergleam]

What's going on here?

[hand to head]

2/?

[flowergleam]

[she looks at Pascal, who climbs onto her shoulder, croaking]

Yes, I know I healed his hand. [...] It doesn't make any sense! [...] But it doesn't seem like he's lying. What reason would he have?

I guess he really doesn't remember...

3/3

[flowergleam]

[looks back at Flynn]

What is the last thing you remember?

1/3 (and another picspam for your entertainment)

[foundaprincess]

Trying not to panic when that hair of yours lit up the water like a full-blown lantern festival.

[he bites back the rest of the sarcasm because dealing with her somehow makes him feel extra guilty about everything. He'll be taking a moment to calm down. It scared him out of his wits surprised him, sure, but it was the reason why they got out of that tight spot alive, right?]

2/3

[foundaprincess]

...sorry. I should be thanking you. I really did think we were going to die back there and you pretty much saved us both.

3/3 \o/

[foundaprincess]

[...

aaand awkward. Subject change time!]

Wait a minute. A girl did help me out with my injury, but I think I would've remembered if she was you. Which she wasn't. [and there were actually several girls but... not going there. Just. Yeah.

/headscratch of so much confusion]

Maybe it would be better if you told me how you remember things?

/resists the urge to picspam the hell right back at'cha

[flowergleam]

[she looks down, running a lock of hair in her hands]

It was my fault we were there in the first place. I didn't want to die, and... I couldn't let you die for my mistakes, either.

[she stops speaking when he does, though, letting the awkward moment stretch until he breaks it. Then she looks up, confused.]

I...

Well, we managed to get out of the cave all right and came up in a stream somewhere, then you found a place to make camp and a fire. Um... [she tucks the lock of hair with which she'd been playing behind her ear] And then I healed your hand. And I told you about my hair, and you told me about being Eugene Fitzherbert, and the Tales of Flynnigan Rider.

[and then, y'know, he went off to get more wood and Mother Gothel showed up, but she won't go into that. There's a small smile on her face as she remembers their brief moment of connection]

picspam chain officially broken!

[foundaprincess]

[He'd never told anybody about the origin story of his "name" before and the fact that she knew about that book... Well, it wasn't something she could have pulled out of thin air.

So the question now was: why didn't he remember any of this?]

This doesn't make any sense. [shoots an apologetic look her way] I really don't remember doing those things with you, Goldie. You have to believe me.

You know... It's probably this world we're in. Somarium. I hear it likes to mess with people. Maybe it scrambled my memories when I got here. [he frowns a little. Not liking that idea so much, no. And then another bothersome idea comes up:] So you healed my hand too? Great. Let me guess, magical healing powers that are beyond my wildest dreams?

[flowergleam]

[chuckle]

Sounds like the best way to put it, I guess. Even if it's strange, I do believe you, Flynn. Do you believe me?

[foundaprincess]

[a most world-weary sigh]

Do I have a choice?

[only kidding - see the smile?]

[flowergleam]

Nu-uh.

[right along with you~]

[foundaprincess]

Very nice. I see you have the right personality to go along with that sweet exterior.

[flowergleam]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[foundaprincess]

Nothing negative, I assure you.

[flowergleam]

What do you think, Pascal? Should we believe that?

[he croaks, smirking]

Well, Pascal doesn't think so, but I guess I do.

[a smile]