"Yeah, well," she dismissed with a humble bow of her head. "Any prince who wants to marry me just cause I’m a pretty princess isn’t he kind of guy I want. And I keep scaring them off. I’m not a lot less rambunctious than I was when you met me, and meeting princes while covered in paint because I got dressed up so nice for the introduction then suddenly got the urge to create art… well, it doesn’t leave a very good first impression."
She turned her attention from herself to him. “And look at you.” She reached out unabashedly and tucked some hair behind his ear. “Just as handsome as I remember, if not more so, because now you’ve grown into who you are. Even lying there, you look more confident. How do you feel?”“You need to get a light coat to put over your finery when you paint then.” He smiles at her, remembering her as a child and how she used to drive him around the bend with her abundance of energy. “And as I recall my first impression upon you was not all that favourable either, I scared you witless. If he is a proper man, he will be able to look past the paint and see the woman you are.”
Her touch is unexpected, but he does not shy away from it. He has not had a tender hand touch him so in years. “If I look confident then the face I had learned to build for my men is still in place. I feel old Rapunzel. I have seen things no man should see. I have done things that do not justify your tender touch or your courage to save me.” His eyes slip down to his hands. “I have blood on my hands… so much blood…”
Sighing he rights himself a bit more with a groan. His old leg injury which did not heal well makes itself known, but he does not say anything about it. “Thank you for all you have done for me, little one.” He laughs. “Although I cannot call you that anymore. I shall have to find you a new nickname, but first I need to see Leon. He must be worried.”
She had no desire to keep her clothes clean, despite the scolding she got when she allowed herself to get paint splattered. Being pristine was low on her list of priorities.
She listened to him talk, saw the weight of the world and shook her head gently. “War is… terrible. It’s one thing to be a soldier and another to go around killing people on the streets for the bit of money you can steal or worse, for the pleasure of it. You’re not a bad man for going to war and doing your job.”
For a brief moment, though, she could almost see literal blood on his hands, and suddenly didn’t want him to touch her with them. His groan, though, caught her attention and she frowned a little. “Are you still in pain?” she asked. “That’s strange. I’ve never seen that happen before! You.. I might need to heal you again, to get rid of all the injury. Lay back and rest, I’ll fetch your brother.”
She slid from the bed and looked at him over her shoulder, still not sure what to make of him. “I’ll be right back.”
As expected, she found his brother with her parents in the parlor. “He’s ready to see you, majesty,” she said with a small bow.
The lucky winner of my giveaway is DeathlyWhoLock! She requested a colored drawing of Rapunzel so here’s the sketch (i will color it soon!) :D
Hope you like it! <3
It is said that, on occasion, the Sun weeps. There have been times in history when She has looked down from the heavens and seen the destruction of the Earth and the creatures and people that She has so painstakingly nurtured and cared for, and the sight moves Her to tears of grief.
In these rare occurrences, Her tears take on amazing properties. One took the form of a comet racing through the sky, only to be glimpsed every eight-six years or so. One struck the southern cap of the planet and froze it solid. But not every tear She sheds becomes something so magnificent or even noticeable.
One such tear became a flower; a magical, golden lily that was possibly the most precious of Her tears, because this one was imbued with magic. If someone knew the words, they could cause the flower to grant life. It could heal any injury, reverse age, even bring the dead back to life.
Knowing of its power, a woman took it upon herself to be the guardian and gardener of the flower, to keep it protected and hidden from the rabble of humanity who might choose to use it for their own selfish gains, and take it from the world by plucking it. She traveled to Greece and hid it in a cave, not unlike those the Oracles of yore used. She knew the spell, and so she used it to keep herself young and beautiful.
But confinement to a cave didn’t suit her, and so she carefully wove a religion based upon the Sun Lily. Through that religion, she brought up girls to be the guardians for her, always one at a time, carefully grooming them from an early age, so that she could go out into the world and they would be the ones left behind.
Many centuries passed, and outside the cave, the world turned and aged. Societies grew and cultures shifted, but the Flower Maidens remained as they’d been in those ancient times, knowing nothing of the outside world and the people who lived there.
A lovely fairytale, is it not? There are those in the world who look to fairytales in order to achieve their goals, and one such man sought to find the truth behind every fairytale he read. He wanted magic, you see, magic to win a war and take over the world.
I love this
"you come here often?"
"hey baby did it hurt when you fell from heaven-"
"FAVOR THE BOW, EH? I’M A SWORD MAN MYSELF"
"hey let me buy you a drin-"
"LET ME GUESS: SOMEONE STOLE YOUR SWEET ROLL?"
"I LIKE SHORTS! THEY’RE COMFY AND EASY TO WEAR!"
"SOMETIMES, I DREAM ABOUT CHEESE"
”are you an angel becau-”
”Talos the Mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give Praise! We are but maggots writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man you said, “Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now in royalty and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you.” Aye, love! Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit the heavens and earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!”
"Hey there sweethear—"
"I was an adventurer like you, once. Then I took an arrow to the knee."
"If I called you beautiful, would you hol—"
"Press A to jump over fences!"
Freckles appreciation post.
Anyone ever notice that all the newer CGI princesses have freckles?
Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing at the beginning with you
Festival of Fantasy 8-19-2014
The Rio Caño Cristales - most colorful river (caused by algae and moss seen through the water), Colombia.
Happy Birthday Zachary Levi Pugh! September 29, 1980.
“I’m a huge Disney nut. I have been since I was a little kid.” -Zachary