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@alchemt​ hit the heart for a starter from fitz-y  

Protective Sentence Starters | accepting

@alchemt​​ said: " i'm not gonna leave you all alone. not now, not ever. ”

Hearing that meant the world to her.  Though their trust in each other had only regained recently,  it already felt like the two of them hadn’t spent any time apart. That any sort of betrayal was a far off memory --  or a dream.    

Varian was her friend, one she held dearly in her heart. The last thing Rapunzel wanted was for him to be hurt,  and so far he had already almost DIED  more than ONCE. 

“It’s...  too dangerous to follow me into this, Varian”  hands reached forward to grasp his, fingers gently squeezing in a comforting manner.  

“You have no idea how much I appreciate EVERYTHING you’ve done for me.   I don’t think there’s a way I could even repay you for all that.   So.. at the very least you should be able to live a normal life with your Dad.  

 I’ll be okay ....   everyone always puts me before themselves....  It’s my turn.   I’ll do what I can to stop Cass and keep our people...  our KINGDOM safe.” She had to,  her list of mistakes were piling up ---  only SHE could fix them...  she had to.  

     i   have   broken   bones   &   tattered   clothes ,   i’ve   run   out   of   time .

         FLEETING HOURS PASSED   within   a   blink   of   an   eye   unbeknownst   to   the   princess   &   the   alchemist  .       maternal   warmth   gradually   enforced   upon   the   boy ‘ s    insistence   of   his   ‘ excellent   health ‘ ,   asking   calloused   hands   to   surrender   to   the   budding   drowsiness   which   formed   under   stubborn   eyes .      of   course ,    elation   from   his   work   presented   a   great   deal   to   him ,    refusing   creative   juices   to   be   prematurely   ceased   -----------    even   to   the   point   of   chiding   free - spirited   girl   to   return   to   the   castle   before   night   sky   blanketed   the   kingdom .    

         BUT REFRESHING WAS   the   flicker   of   passion   beating   in   his   chest ,    reminiscent   of   the   blonde ‘ s   addiction   to   the   arts    --------    day - in   &   day - out ,   palettes   drafted   among   the   walls   as   elation   grew ,    knowing   well   that   imagination   never   stopped   coursing   through   her   veins .     this   was   why   she   understood .     creating   was   bliss    --------    to   produce   something   fresh   &   stunning ,   whether   it   was   through   sciences   or   arts  .         &   rapunzel   offered   a   smile ,   inquiring   on   unfamiliar   terms   which   piqued   her   interest  .       mumbling   restrained ,    choosing   to   let   varian   be   comfortable   in   his   element     ---------     to   distract   such   focused   mind   would   be   a   pity ,    after   all .    

         ❛      HERE ARE THE   snacks   you   wanted ,   by   the   way .     ❜     sheepish   smile   lined   pink   lips ,   unpacking   contents   of   the   basket .     the   fresh   aroma   of   blueberries   spread   in   their   atmosphere ,    inviting   the   boy   to   grab   a   few   bites   before   he   returned   to   his   contraptions .       &   it   did   not   take   long   until   the   pair   drowned   in   pastries   &   stories   exchanged .     chemistry   between   them   at   an   all - time   high ,    fueled   greatly   by   sweets .      cheeks   ablaze ,    laughing   at   jests   thrown   &   teasing   remarks    -----------    for   once ,    they   get   to   be   kids .    as   they   rightfully   should ,   mind   you   -----------   !

           CONVERSATION TRAVELED MORE   than   they   expected   it   to   be ,    with   raven   locks   sprawled   upon   the   silk   of   her   dress ,     his   head   on   her   lap .    &   the   girl   watched   tired   eyes   flutter   under   the   influence   of   fatigue .    scientific   quotations   slipped   into   labored   breathing ,    presenting   a   semblance   of   peace   of   mind .     fingers   gently   slip   the   goggles   from   his   head ,    chuckling   at   the   sudden   quiet   of   the   area .      relief   washed   upon   pure   heart ,    aware   that   varian   trusted   her   enough   to   bury   himself   in   her   comfort .        green   eyes   pressed   shut   as   well ,     quite   enjoying   the   serenity   with   good   company    ----------    &   she   wishes   of   more   moments   like   this .     times   of   just   staying   completely   still ,    even   if   it   was   merely   a   dull   reminder   that   they   existed .       it   was   a   memory   worth   remembering  ,   no   matter   how   mundane .        

here is what you are     :     a monster. bile courses through you as blood would, carbon fills your lungs, maggots eat at your heart. a dead corpse, living and walking. every step you take is a motion of the earth; a force to be tampered with for both god and man alike. each rotting breath propels you forwards into the unknown but not unfamiliar fields of your own agony and pain. 

here is what you really are     :     a little boy, enraged. your body is weary from nights of sleepless work. every step you take is a testament to the miracle that you are still alive. each shaking sigh is one step closer to never breathing again at all.

you want to hold your daddy’s hand again. be his little boy, his rowdy trouble maker. you want to fix him ham sandwiches and fall asleep under his arm when the nights get too long and the world too scary. 

wanting and getting are two different things. 

for the fifth time that night you wreck your side of the workshop, sending mech parts clanking across the floor and walls. a screw bounces off the amber and cuts you near your eye but your own well being is very low on the list of important things to you. you hear your brother walk into the room and more than anything you want to run into his arms and cry. say you’re sorry but this is too much, say that all of it is so so much more than you can handle. instead you yell at him. 

❛ i can’t get these stupid calculations to work! if i can’t figure out a way to shield the automaton’s music box without messing with the fluctuation of energy then everything will be ruined. again! i..i just..i need more time. dammit! ❜

it is cold. that is your first thought, clinical. you are outside your body, looking on as the bubbling stone of your own creation slips over your arm. it is graceful, almost, this amber-colored chemical sliding up over your hand. it froze into stone on contact, and you thought, at first, you could just slip out of it, like a glove. 

go back. maybe you can work this one out. your brother’s steady fingers betraying him, you bumping against his side as he went to pour a drop onto the black stones that rose up in the middle of your workshop, in the casual way you shared space in your workshops, your laboratories. in retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have made so much of a chemical you didn’t understand. you ducked to lift the beaker from the stone, still with chemical sloshing inside, chemical dripping down all over the floor. you set it on the worktable and when you looked back at your brother this bubbling mass rose above his neck, inches from flesh. your cry filled up the close, stuffy air as you pushed him to the side, watched him tumble. you were almost out of reach when it snagged your hand.

and now it clamps down around your fingers and try as you might you cannot get it free. it is freezing, and your whole hand is trapped. a claustrophobic terror rises within you. you are trapped ———— trapped !  ———— trapped !  your whole body strains against it. it is holding you so tight you can’t slip your hand through the glove and into the open air. you are cursing, free hand around your wrist, while it rises ——— shit, shit, shit !  you look to your brother with pleading eyes.  “ what do we do ?  ”   you ask, a child, still.

varian: that...hasn't been invented yet