Flynn couldn’t believe his luck as he came out of the cave he had found that led to a hidden ravine where a lone tower stood. He felt for the crown in his satchel, making sure it was there for the fifth time in the past minute. Yup, still there, and he even had some arrows. He could use them to scale the tower.
He dug the solid arrow into the tower’s old mortar as he climbed, thinking of how he was so close to getting away with the heist of the century. The crown of the lost princess! It’d sell for a huge fortune on the black market.
Finally, when he thought he couldn’t climb anymore, he came to the windowsill. Pulling himself inside and closing the window, he sighed in relief before taking the crown out of the satchel.
“Alone at last,” he said to it, his greed turning his voice almost loving at the object. However, before he could explore his surroundings, his head was hit by a brief moment of violent pain before he blacked out.
Rapunzel was enjoying a pleasant day of cleaning and baking when Pascal’s head perked up in alert. She paused from forming a crust of a pie and looked down at him. “What’s wrong, Pascal? Do you hear something?” Pascal nodded and hopped off the table, wandering over to the windowsill. Looking down, he squeaked in surprise, and ran back to her. He clung to her ankle. “What is it?”
She peeked out the window only to see a figure climbing up the side of the tower. Her eyes widened in horror. Grabbing a frying pan from the counter top, she held it close to her and hid against the wall near the window. She had to be brave. This could be a ruffian there for her hair. She could handle it, right?
The moment the man climbed over the sill, she readied her weapon. He spoke but she didn’t real hear him with the adrenaline rushing through her ears as she hit him against the head with her frying pan. He collapsed on the ground in a crumple. Carefully stepping towards him, she peeked at his face.
“He-…he doesn’t look mean. And he doesn’t have fangs.” She looked down at Pascal curiously. “Oh! Mother is going to be home soon! We have to hide him!” She began lugging his body towards her wardrobe. With great difficulty, she finally managed to get his body inside and close the doors. She held a chair against the doors to keep his body from falling out again.
“Most men in Englad are so gentlemanly it can be sickening at times. Women can’t do anything for themselves, because men must do it for them. It is the polite thing for them to do. They open doors for us, pull out our chairs, and even push them back in! As if we are incapable of doing so! Oh, but a man won’t step foot into the kitchen unless food is already prepared and sitting on the table. It frustrates me so! Most women find it endearing… It makes me feel physically ill more often than not. Honestly, you’re not missing out on much.” She grimaced, thinking back on all the men she’d had the misfortune to go out with back home. “And I’ve seen most of the male body before, only from taking a few art courses, “Jane blushed, remembering her embarrassment when, at the age of eighteen, half naked men walked into her art class. ”But none of them ever looked like this wild man… His form was exquisit! I was so concentrated on him that I forgot I was very high up in a large tree! It really was the oddest thing…”
Rapunzel’s eyebrow quirked up. “Why would they do all of that? We have hands. We can do it by ourselves. That’s weird. That’s like what you would do for a little child.” She blushed when she thought about her own art book with pictures of the male anatomy. She wasn’t sure why it embarrassed her but she tried to show her mom and ask her why the man looked like that. It resulted in the page being ripped out and thrown away. Her mother really didn’t like men…or people.
“High up in a tree? I’ve always wanted to climb trees! But how in the world did you get up there? Did he put you up there?”“They think it is kind of them. And most woman adore the attention. It just makes me feel like an invalid child, for I can do all of those things for myself!” She blew some of her hair out of her eyes. “Really, it can be quite frustrating.”
Jane smiled at her. “Yes a tree! It had to be hundreds of years old with how large it was. And I somehow managed to make it up there when the monkeys were chasing me… I have no idea how! It was all a blur, honestly. Very strange indeed.”
All of a sudden, Rapunzel took Jane’s hands in hers and squeezed gently. “J-Jane? Do you think….maybe…” She shuffled her feet a bit nervously, letting one side of her hair fall over one of her eyes. “Maybe you could take me to Africa…some time…?” She wanted to see the world so bad and Jane made Africa sound so amazing. She wanted to meet this wild man of hers, see gorillaz, and climb trees!
“Most men in Englad are so gentlemanly it can be sickening at times. Women can’t do anything for themselves, because men must do it for them. It is the polite thing for them to do. They open doors for us, pull out our chairs, and even push them back in! As if we are incapable of doing so! Oh, but a man won’t step foot into the kitchen unless food is already prepared and sitting on the table. It frustrates me so! Most women find it endearing… It makes me feel physically ill more often than not. Honestly, you’re not missing out on much.” She grimaced, thinking back on all the men she’d had the misfortune to go out with back home. “And I’ve seen most of the male body before, only from taking a few art courses, “Jane blushed, remembering her embarrassment when, at the age of eighteen, half naked men walked into her art class. ”But none of them ever looked like this wild man… His form was exquisit! I was so concentrated on him that I forgot I was very high up in a large tree! It really was the oddest thing…”
Rapunzel’s eyebrow quirked up. “Why would they do all of that? We have hands. We can do it by ourselves. That’s weird. That’s like what you would do for a little child.” She blushed when she thought about her own art book with pictures of the male anatomy. She wasn’t sure why it embarrassed her but she tried to show her mom and ask her why the man looked like that. It resulted in the page being ripped out and thrown away. Her mother really didn’t like men…or people.
“High up in a tree? I’ve always wanted to climb trees! But how in the world did you get up there? Did he put you up there?”
so my friends got me this awesome tangled bag for my birthday (well obviously they put stuff in it hahaha) but omg I loooove this bag and it’s so freaking pretty and sparkly and I’m keeping it forever :D
so I wanted to take a pic of it but then my cat crawled into it… maybe he’s going to be the next maru :’D
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Whoa, check this one out!
So cool!
