#flowervain

There was something so... familiar, about this little cottage. The House of Yesterday's Tomorrow had been full of all sorts of mind bending magic and trickery, this feeling could've been another one of those, but... it felt deeper. Like something in her heart that had been deep inside her for so long she'd forgotten.

And when she encountered the ghostly occupant of said cottage, it clicked. The woman's face, her features, were unmistakeable. Those same sharp eyes, the same subtle crease at the lip, even the same jawline that led Cassandra to make sure she always had her hair covering her cheeks. Every feature of her own, traced from the woman standing before her.

                                                “--AH YES, THE WANTED THIEF, I’M SO PROUD!”                                     

Meg jumps. SOMEONE IS HERE. She'd been strolling through the marble garden, alone, and she hadn't been followed . . . she'd been careful about that.

Usually this place was quiet ; void of any other beings at this time of night. Perhaps a rogue critter, or . . . of course, the Lord of the Dead, should he find her. And he could find her. He often did.

But when Meg turns around to investigate the rustling, sharply and fearfully, it's not Hades' blue smile of knives that greets her : it's a woman. She looks shifty ; eyes glinting with purpose, enormous hair tucked beneath the hood of a cloak that's roomy enough for a weapon, no doubt . . . but she's also . . . mortal. THANKFULLY.

Meg's arms drop from readied stance beside her ; she hugs her forearms instead, gently, shrinking her form. She then lets them fall to her side.

eric  wasn't  usually  one  to  fold  to  authority  so  quickly.  not  at  least  without  some  pushback.  some  debate.  but  here  he  is,  seeking  the  nearest  chair  at  the  mere  gesture.  as  if  he  were  seven  years  old  again.  he  takes  a  seat  and  inadvertently  find  himself  holding  his  breath,  as  though  he's  waiting  for  a  scolding. 

"The crown must be heavy." @flowervain

Every instinct in Rapunzel's body told her to cower, to shrink away from the syrupy voice and feel shame.

For eighteen years Gothel had put her down and made her feel small and worthless. But she wasn't any of those things, she was brave and strong and good.

"You would look at things differently if you were in my position." @flowervain

"If I were in your position, I would be praying to whatever deity I believed in for mercy." Frederic felt no sympathy for the woman who kidnapped his daughter, Rapunzel was more than just a princess she was a much wanted, much loved child who had been stolen and hurt for eighteen years.

@flowervain || Protective Starters