#coronasdashingrogue

Oh gosh, all of them? That's so many, I've been here since 2011! lol

The four primary Eugene RP partners I've had through the years are @strawberryfitzsherbert @coronas-dashing-rogue @gottagetmeoneofthese and @outlikeflynn

I tagged the one URL as coronasdashingrogue, but otherwise, if you look through those tags, you'll find most of my New Dream RPs. In fact, here, I'll make it easier on you:

strawberryfitzsherbert

coronasdashingrogue

gottagetmeoneofthese

outlikeflynn

turned into KIDS... alright. that was a new one. 

adira stepped out of his way as he scrambled to escape the bloodthirsty child. her hands stayed behind her back as she watched the situation unfold for a moment, taking stock of how... unusual this was. 

short hair was a CHILD. .... what else was new?

Oh...

He so rarely talked about her. About how he thought or felt or just how often the woman he’d never known crossed his mind. She turned her hand carefully under his, not lacing their fingers, but giving them both the option.

@coronas-dashing-rogue

It had been nearly six months since Rapunzel had set foot in Eugene’s apartment. In that time, her world had turned upside down, and life was... wonderful.

She kept her hair short now. Short and dark with colorful streaks that she changed as often as her moods. Eugene said he loved it. Things were comfortable in the home that was now theirs. Max (or, at least, Eugene said it was Max) was insistent that she stay. So, she had. The whole thing with her mother was... complicated. But she felt good here. Good and safe and happy.

The winter holidays were fast approaching, and Eugene’s landline, which was usually quiet, kept ringing. Often, it was at night, while Eugene was out renegading, but when he was home, he took one look at the caller ID and didn’t answer.

And now Rapunzel was curious.

@coronas-dashing-rogue

It had been the best day of her life. Rapunzel had thought she was happy in the tower, but now she knew different. Now that she’d experiences such complete and total joy, she knew that what she’d felt in the tower was a mere shadow of that same contentment.

The dancing had been so fun! She’d seen and done so much! And Eugene had been right; the lanterns had been far better than anything she’d been expecting. Eugene. It was because of him that she’d had the best birthday ever. He’d shown her a world she’d never imagined, and it was a world that was contained as much in her heart as it was out here, surrounding her.

So, why was she so sad?

Hand in hand, they walked through the dark forest, back towards her tower. The things she’d found wonderful last night were now dull, and the exciting path they’d walk before was a sullen, lonely road.