Jul 14, 2020
☾ ⁚ ⁛ ⊳ @lanternfreed
❝ no, i’m not going to steal from you. that’s the dumbest idea ---- seriously, do i look like i’m here to steal from you? ❞
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☾ ⁚ ⁛ ⊳ @lanternfreed
❝ no, i’m not going to steal from you. that’s the dumbest idea ---- seriously, do i look like i’m here to steal from you? ❞
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❝ adventure can get... a little complicated. never ends up being what it started out being, if you know what i mean -- soon as you set foot on the road, expectations have to be left behind. for example: i didn’t plan to come to this kingdom. total accident, and by accident i mean two wrong turns and shipwreck later i’m here playing in your town square. ❞ / @lanternfreed.
@lanternfreed –––– starter call.
“ it’s been a long time since i’ve braided someone else’s hair, ” his voice is a soothing rumble, low as thunder rolling in the distant sky. he doesn’t bother to lower his voice, given his naturally soft cadence -- besides, the rest of the nein are sleeping like the dead several feet away under the hut. actually, that’s not true: even the spirits of the blooming grove rested less fitfully than some of their companions.
maybe he’s just tired, but he’s feeling particularly chatty this evening, and so as he's weaving rapunzel’s hair he continues, “ clarabelle and i used to put flowers in each other’s braids -- sometimes it was for rituals, other times just for fun. ” a pause. “ what was less fun was when the bugs would lay eggs in our hair. ”
@lanternfreed
He hasn’t used his powers in a week, not since he’s come to Corona, and he’s forgotten how restless that makes him, how fidgety he gets when it’s been a while. But he doesn’t know this place, not yet, and he doesn’t know how to help her. He doesn’t want to be a burden, so he’s trying to bide his time, learn what he can, figure out how to make a difference. And he supposes it’s better this way. It’s a bit less obvious if the prince of Amity and the hero of it don’t show up at exactly the same time.
One might think that he’d use the time to rest, operate on the schedule of a normal person. But instead he finds he can’t sleep at night and tonight? He’s hungry. He’s hungry had he’s finally learned where the kitchen is, so he decides to sneak down there. He’s surprised to find that it isn’t empty on his arrival, despite the late hour. “Oh. Uh, hi. I... didn’t think anyone would be awake. ...I could come back later?” It’s not like he’ll fall asleep any time soon.
@lanternfreed said : ❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞
THE FIVE SENSES STARTERS // ALWAYS ACCEPTING !!!
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it’s the first time that adam himself is to be hosting one of the company’s board meetings, since his father’s death. they always seemed so SIMPLE to him, since he had never once been in charge of the actual planning ; he had never once been the ceo. no, he had merely been in charge of his own department, never the entire thing. it’s a bit overwhelming, truth be told, given everything else that he has going on right now ; everything else that takes up his every waking thought. the last thing he needs are minor things like having to go to a damn BAKERY, to figure things out. yet, here he is, standing in the little shop whilst gothel disappears to the back for just a moment, looking utterly bored out of his mind— until the young blonde behind the counter pipes up, extending a tray of what looks like some sort of STRAWBERRY flavored sweets. hmm. “ is today free sample day or something? ” adam teases, english accent filled with amusement and the ghost of a smile gracing his brims as he closes the gap between them, glancing down at the things upon the tray. “ strawberry macaroons? am i correct? ” still, he can’t resist the urge to reach down and steal one, emitting a huff of amusement to himself after taking a bite ; yes, he guessed correctly. “ you might just have to add these to my list, miss. ” meaning the list of things to be catered to the meeting— or does she not know who he is yet?
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“ how did this happen? ” @lanternfreed
A groan leaves the woman, head pounding as she tries to move enough to look up at the speaker. At the sight, Nada blinks, reaching a hand up to push her dirtied hair out of her face. What DID happen? It's blurry at best- a mess of scattered thoughts and fear. Then all at once, like a sudden slap to the face, Nada gasps and blinks her eyes again, clearing her vision before finally being able to focus properly on Rapunzel’s face.
They were stuck.
Nada struggled to sit up, reaching to touch the younger woman’s arm to make sure she has her attention before moving her hands, signing, quite simply, “ROCK, FALL”.
The real question, she thinks to herself, is what do they do from inside a collapsed cave to get out of it.
｡○✧☽ / @lanternfreed
Days are long here, in this foreign town with people she’s never met talking about things she’s never known. First and foremost Rapunzel reminds herself that she’s merely along for the ride with this group – a tourist looking in on a life that is not meant to be hers. It’s a disorienting relief that leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. A sense of imposterness. A reminder that she’s not fully welcome in this place.
She arrives at Molly’s door only when her will is fully broken. The irony of how safe she feels in the company of such a flamboyant creature has yet to be lost on her, though the sharp loneliness of the evening brings her to his quarters without much thought. She’s slipped from her bed with little decorum, the thin blanket still draped around her shoulders to offer a semblance of safety. She pauses, draws in a breath, and gives a gentle knock.
“ MOLLY? It’s me. Can I come in? ”
There are many people, Mollymauk imagines, that he would have turned away had they knocked on his door. He entertains the thought for barely a second, hardly even that, and then promptly pulls his face up and out of the pillow he had taken to hiding in, taking in a shuddering breath when he realizes it’s Rapunzel at his door, realizing he absolutely cannot send her away, regardless of what his own issues are.
“It-it’s— hang on, kid,” the tiefling calls, his voice wavering, but he’s already working to breathe in and out as he heaved his body off of his mattress.
Molly runs his hands over his eyes as his feet make contact with the aged floorboards, leaving his coat on the table as he moves at a restrained pace toward the locked bedroom door. He quickly turns the locking mechanism, sniffling before pushing a hand back through his wavy purple hair to push it off his brow. Once he swings the door open, he notes mentally to himself that having solid red eyes makes having reddened eyes from crying just a bit less of a concern.
“Hey, Puny,” he greets, casually, leaning one arm against the door frame. “What’s going on?”
( ctd. / @lanternfreed. )
it sounds like something caleb could’ve said, in a life before this one.
i apologize for my indecision. and, immediately hurrying to make up for her mistake, it won’t happen again. caleb hesitates — he’s slow to speak, slower to pick what he wants to say in the first place. frumpkin is purring in his lap. it manages to sharpen his focus.
‘ it will. ‘ he tries not to let it sound like an offense, but he doesn’t know how well that fares. his eyes dart over the ground, to his bandaged fingers carding through frumpkin’s fur. the shadows of past trauma fall over his face like a well-worn mantle.
‘ battle ... is not for everybody. ‘ a pause. ‘ was this your first one? ‘