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Rapunzel.

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She's a mess of gorgeous ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴏ s and you can see it in her ᴇ ʏ ᴇ s. | MC - RP | #Tangled | #DisneyUntold |

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— I couldn't take another day in this place, let alone escape on my own. I'd need some help to do it successfully. I'd need his help.*


— the stairs. I'd rather stick it out in the cold, grungy basement. One thing was for sure, I just hoped Flynn would come for me soon. —


— me that fake innocence act. Whatever it is you're trying to do, it won't work. I'm not staying in there. Ever. *I storm past her down —


— furrowed together as my ice cold stare pierced into her. Of course, giving the whole innocent act.* Cut the shit, Gothel. Quit giving —


—this would work. I snap back around at her, my teeth gritted together.* What the hell is this? What are you playing at? *My eyebrows —


— mean, why wouldn't it feel like home? The space before me looked just like my bedroom back home, just a bigger version. Did she think —


— past her and continue my climb to the top. The sight that was before me once I reached the top was utterly creepy yet felt homey. I —


— amusing thoughts ran through that psycho mind of hers. She moved out of the way and gestured to the top of the stairs, letting me slide —


— kidnapped me /twice/ and yet she thought I would love her unconditionally, that I would help her. God she amused me. I wonder what other —


— desperately wanted me to be her child, for me to use my powers on her and make her young again, keep her young forever. She has —


— "Just up here. I made it all special for you, just like home." Desperate. She was desperate, I could hear it in her voice. She so —


— outstretched hand. I could tell it hurt her, her smile faltered a little before she nodded her head once and lead me up some stairs. —


— her face as her hand reached out to me. I sat on the floor with a book in my lap before sighing and helping myself up, ignoring her —


— It has surrounded me for days on end, ever since she took me. "Come here, my flower. I want to show you something." A smile shown on —


*She came back yesterday. A whole ten days she was gone. Ten fucking days. No food, no company, no escape. All loneliness and coldness. —


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— gone so long? Surely she wouldn't purposely starve her flower on Valentine's Day.. Would she?*


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