she followed him and he said, “whatcha lookin’ for?”
✿ “So you don’t want to steal my hair?”
✿ Rapunzel held her hand to her mouth, unsure what to make of the visitor. He was all purples and reds, so much like her lost mother. “Are you always so serious?”
yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore
✿ “I’m thinking of a number between one and a hundred.”
I FUCKING LOVE THIS.
I kind of told my sixth grade teacher this in front of the class when she said “Ladies don’t do that.”
His excitement bubbled up slowly, building
up over the course of his explanation.
It was bewildering to meet someone who never
traveled before! Ventured out into the world
and learned to see for the first time!
He surely would never forget.
“Yeah, I’ll let you see it! I-I can tell you anything
you want to know! Narrow’s Arrow is a peninsula
far off the coast, probably a half of day flight from here.
A gigantic rock formation that’s a nest to some
really beautiful dragons!”
✿ If there was one thing Rapunzel had learned to love about people, it was the passion and excitement that came with their hobbies. How they spoke with excitement, with so much emphasis and light to their words. She enjoyed it because it reminded her of her time in her tower, when she would whisper excited words to Pascal. Oh, she had learned to draw a hand! An eye! A flower!
The man with uneven locks and freckles galore spoke of a far off place that wasn’t on any globe nor map she had ever encountered. Her tongue darted across her lips to prepare herself for speech, to poise the question, “Did you say dragons?”