#lanternprincess

“I thought you said that you didn’t talk in your sleep, my dear.” he purred. His pale hand reached out for her cheek, tucking a few strands of her golden locks behind her ear as he leaned towards her. “But if you must know, you have a habit of whispering my name in your sleep. Are you that desperate for me, Rapunzel?” he teased.

“Do you remember what day it is?”

S T A R V I N G--  It’s practically starving, ( with so little to eat ), awoken from its  l o n g   r e s t   so far from where the humans run free & careless. ( Much too far to clamber off towards without a full belly first, ) & in times like these, the clown cannot be.... p i c k y.  The songbird in his grasp struggles & stutters,   chittering with ignorant indignation  & Pennywise can feel its rapid heartbeat under his fingers.   ( Drool gathers, thick & sticky against his bottom lip, dribbling down his chin ) as he squeezes & the thing lets out a shrill screech, struggling against his grasp.   It’s more than he can stand-- even what little fear it is drives the creature of impossibility to the brink,   his stomach aching, his eyes rolling back as his lips part, & his jaw swings open, moving his hands to shove the tortured little thing into his maw- & then something is heard ( a rustle of leaves, a break of a twig perhaps-- )  enough to turn the gaze of the crouching  d e m o n. Enough to make him relinquish his grasp on the songbird, which goes flying in a panic toward the treetops.  ( a lost meal. ) But by the scent of it, Pennywise won’t be missing much.  Not with something better so close by.  It stands, then,  raising slowly, like a marionette with broken strings,   his hands dangling at his sides,   his white & crimson features lax,   golden eyes trained on the clearing beyond.  & then he catches sight of the WOMAN,   & a smile begins to spread.     “  Hullo----! What’s a nice girl like you doing out here,   in these weeds & trees & thorns? ‘S no place for a pretty little flower like yourself-- “ 

Capturing her delicate chin with his gloved hand, he pulled her closer to him. “My queen will only be allowed to see the finest magical wonders the Seven Deserts have to offer. With you at my side, nothing will stand in our way,” he mutters softly, drawing her into a soft kiss.

I don't think I've written anything with rapunzel when cass returns to corona in her future verse so that's something we could explore as well!

"Same here," Cassandra admitted with a fond smile and a little shrug of her shoulder. "You know, it's- funny, sort of. Before you, I... y'know..." She seemed to get stuck on her words for a moment, before giving up and shaking her head. "Nevermind. I'm glad you're here, Raps."

Cassandra hated to be the one to fuss like this, to be the wet blanket on fun and adventure all the time. She especially hated to make Rapunzel think she was doubting her abilities. But she needed to make sure she was safe, and this... this was not safe. "I know, I know, you did it in the tower, but— you don't have your healing anymore, remember? If you fall, it's gonna take more than a song to make you feel better." See: her own fall and subsequent broken leg in this very room from that very height.

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