#(rapunzel.)

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The sun was starting to set and Charlie insisted on taking Rapunzel to the park. With the way he was struggling to maintain his composure he figured Rapunzel was the perfect remedy to it for the time being. He tended to be on his best behavior around her and he even set up a small picnic to get her mind off of her drama or whatever. He didn’t know what he was doing anymore and a small part of him was itching to ruin whatever this was, but he tried to be a gentleman. 

As the time passed though and he had consumed some of the wine he brought them his actions were starting to get a little more...messy. He had been a lot bolder in his touches and even though he wasn’t trying to press her for too much, he wasn’t hiding his intentions for the moment either. The insane thing to him was that he didn’t even mean to do this. He didn’t mean to place his hand on hers and hover near her lips. He didn’t mean to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and let his eyes fall a little bit. “Sunshine,” he said quietly, looking into her eyes. “I’m afraid I am enjoying this too much....”

mothers and daughters and the damage they can make together.

bruno is orange by hop along, queen ansleis / mad men / to the daughter who secretly longs for her mother’s affection by lynne shako / isabelle huppert and jessica chastain catherine and celeste harvelle / la prieta by gloria anzaldúa / ingrid bergman and liv ullman in autumn sonata by ingmar bergman / mother by john lennon.

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Sem muita convicção, adentrou o terreno, questionando-se por alguns minutos se aquela era realmente a coisa certa a fazer. A conclusão foi de que sim, afinal ele nunca errava em suas  ações, mesmo sabendo que todas elas possuíam consequências severas. Pé por pé se aproximou do objeto de desejo que dava sopa, jogado ali no quintal, desprotegido. Era um ótima ideia tomá-lo.

Quando suas mãos encontraram o metal frio e o apertaram, veio a confirmação de que talvez dessa vez não fosse para ser. A presença feminina de @rwn-blmgrn​ levou o coração de Finneas à boca e não no bom sentido. “Woah, woah, woah, e aí loirinha. Como cê tá?”, a falta de vergonha na cara era nítida no seu sorriso e com um baque alto ele soltou a bicicleta no chão. “’Tava aqui vendo se ‘tá tudo certo com sua bike... Nope, tudo certo!”

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