✿ Time for sleep! It’s 5am. I’m really naughty. I was supposed to go to bed at 12AM, but…
✿ We’re hardly speaking right now, I don’t —
I have nothing further to say on the matter.
✿ That is racist.
→ Flynn fell silent, clenching his jaw, balling his hands into fists, staring, glaring.
There was still a whole lot of unresolved anger and tension within the room. Answers hadn’t quite been provided on both ends, leaving them both somewhere in the middle; confused, angry and flustered.
He would have thought returning all the items he’d ‘borrowed’ [ the ribbons and bangle ] would have been enough to prove his worth and earn her trust, if slightly. Whether she believed him or not, was unknown, the whole scenario involving Alistar was currently clouding his judgement. The sight of the two of them had caught him off guard and now he was being defensive and overly-dramatic.
Truth was, he was jealous. Kind of. Deep, deep down. The way Alistar had been tending to her had shocked him, somewhat. It had been unexpected, and really, he shouldn’t have been as angered by it all. He had no right to be.
The glare he’d received from the blonde before him had willingly been thrown back at her with one of his own. With a purse of his lips and a shake of his head, he raised a hand. “I came back, to tell you my side of the story. About the crown, I--”
Taking a step back, arms fallen to his sides, he frowned.
“But from the looks of things, I think we’re done here.”
✿ “No. You’re staying. Stop trying to run away from me!”
Rapunzel had spent the better part of the week thinking. And she kept circling around, kept coming back to the days leading up to the ‘great heist’. If Flynn had the crown, if he hadn’t cared about her – why was he here now? Why was he so angry about Alistar?
“I made the decision to trust you. And — ”
This was followed by a sigh, her hands running over her face, her hair, feeling rather drained. It may have been the silly side of him from the orphanage, or the one who spoke tongue-in-cheek about how they’d first met, but she couldn’t see Flynn Rider, the thief.
There was more to him, glimpsed between smirks.
He kept looking at her, and that may have been the strangest part. He saw her, as he’d always seen her, and he got her so mad, but – that was all part of the problem. Even from their first conversation, Flynn made her feel a hundred and one things she didn’t want to.
And now she was sitting on her bed now, face buried in her hands. This wasn’t how she wanted things to go. Her shouts had clearly gone unheard, with no scuttle of footsteps, no guards jostling by. No one wanted to check in on her, no one wanted to crowd her. They didn’t really know her. None of them did.
“And I’m so, so sick of you jumping out my window.”
✿ Hello! I just wanted to say that while I’m super distracted with a specific thread right now, I am A) working on drafts but they’ll be coming out tomorrowish?, B) thanks to said plot, Rapunzel is pretty — angry. So the muse isn’t really gonna help anyone.
BUT! Most important-c (like importantly, but — you get it), C) I am going to be doing a giveaway as I did just sorta hit a milestone and — I can’t even believe it! Thank you to all my wonderful partners and followers for sticking around! It’s been a crazy month.
Oh, and, and, and, D) I am actually interested in more shorter threads, like chatty icon things? Because big paras tend to eat my brain. I do enjoy them, but you start to get all pressurey and angry with yourself then it’s a shame spiral and — anyway! That’s all for now I think.
→ ”Oh, it’s been a week!” he exclaimed, sarcastically. “Well, I’m sorry I made you wait so long. But while you’ve been waiting here, sleeping in your king sized bed and eating off of china plates and being fitted in thousand dollar…” he gestured to her attire, which happened to be slightly see-through, mind you, “— night gowns,I’ve been hiding out in the forest, trying not to get myself captured, or killed over something I didn’t do. Or did the whole ‘increased bounty for my capture’ manage to slip your mind? I’ve had other things to worry about and I’m sorry I hadn’t found the time to stop and think to pay you another visit,” he snapped, angrily.
Mocking her lifestyle hadn’t done anything to make him feel better. In fact, it’d only made him feel worse. Objects and money didn’t equate or make up for loneliness, or any other emotions felt. Even if he’d hoped they would.
With a grunt and roll of his eyes, he halted, a hand on his hip. “You honestly expected me to sit in here and wait for you to call your b—”
At her interjection, Flynn scoffed loudly. He hadn’t even paid her raised voice much thought, the possibility of any intruders not crossing his mind whatsoever. How foolish of him. “I wasn’t spying on you —” Okay, maybe he sort of was, but it hadn’t been his intention. “You know, the funny thing is, I was actually intending on paying you a visit. I wanted to make things better. But seeing you on — with him, and then—” he shook his head, words unable to comprehend it all.
Jealousy was a word he’d never been familiar with. And he sure as heck wasn’t going to acknowledge it now.
”Guess I just didn’t realise how close you two were. Couldn’t have missed me too much then during the week I was gone, huh?"
✿ Now that Rapunzel was angry, and he was angry, there seemed to be no sense involved. The jabs at her lifestyle went straight by her head, though it did make her (momentarily) feel bad. It wasn’t her choice to have all of this stuff thrown at her. She had an image to uphold, a lifestyle to live, and if she didn’t, people would talk.
The same way they’d talked about her crown being stolen, about how she’d been found. All her life was spent thinking and worrying about how people saw her, and what they wanted from her. Even now, with Flynn towering over her, all she could think of was him.
Lucky her, a sarcastic thought bubbled up, being spared a visit. If he had come here at first, if he had tried to find her, she would have helped him. She would have been foolish and naïve but she would have done it – he’d never stolen anything from her, not her ribbons, not the bangle that was worth more than Rapunzel could explain. He’d given it back.
And just when she found herself justifying his claims, he managed to bring it back to Alistar.
Rapunzel sincerely hoped he was about to say ‘bodyguard’.
Rapunzel glared up at Flynn, her hands still on her hips. “He was checking on me. That’s his job.” She explained this with a hint of confusion, not sure what Flynn was seeing. Sure, Alistar had been a little closer than he usually was, but –
“I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you. I spend a whole week worrying about you – “ Tiny fists formed at her sides, furling and unfurling in attempts to abate her anger.
“—and you come back to – what?”
Make her feel guilty for having someone in her life who didn’t always run away, or make her cry?
Rapunzel crossed her arms now, head turned away. “We’re friends. Which is more than I can say for us right now, if you’re going to keep implying what I think you’re implying.” She punctuated that with another glare up at him.