#phillipdragonslayer

She had expected something from him but it didn't make the actual getting any less exciting. Rapunzel flipped through the pages quickly and was surprised to see it written and doodled on in that familiar handwriting of his. Her smile warmed at the image of the prince taking the time to do this for her. It must have taken a long time to do! All around her people were opening gifts so no one saw the princess gently press it against her chest in a small hug. It wasn't the only book she'd gotten that year but it was the most important by far.

                                                                                  Rapunzel

"Warm."

Rapunzel hated thunderstorms. She hated how loud they were. She hated how the rain shook the windows of her room and how the lightning sometimes made the trees catch on fire. She hated the wind and how easily it could blow her away and how weak it made her feel. She hated feeling wet and cold and shivering and how cruel it could be to her nerves. Her hate was a borderline phobia and whenever there was a storm she hid herself in the castle library and distracted herself from the horrors that were happening outside her safe walls. It was hard to ignore but she was getting better at it with each storm. At least the castle, unlike the walls of her elevated prison, didn’t shake so much you feared falling 70 feet to the ground below.So then why had she braved the storm, one cloak on, another in hand and ran to meet the hunting party as they returned from their game? The answer stood above all the others."You’re getting wet!" she complained shivering for more reasons than just the chill. "Here. Here! Put this on hurry before you get sick!" A sudden flash of light illuminated the sky and was followed by a terrible rumble that cause her dropped down into a ball to hide.

i like to write to get away from my own angst so it's almost hard not to be light and fluffy because it feels so self-indulgent and like... wallowing? it's true alistair has some heavy stuff in his past but he's actually quite mature about life going on anyway.

You resent it but I don’t remember what I replied with back except that I agree with you a lot and I like that idea and I love you a WHOLE BUNCH TIMES A BILLION X10000000000000000000s 

"Well! You've beautiful hair, sir, and you're a splendid judge of character. Fine singing voice, as well. Hm. You're too attached to your horse, foolhardier than's good for you, and perhaps too admirable by half. You make me look bad!"

"I’m sorry. Wait! Wait don’t leave — it’s not that I don’t want to. I-I do but… if we were to kiss I would want it to be because you want to kiss me not because you feel obligated based on a tradition.”But just so he didn’t feel too bad, Rapunzel kissed her fingers and placed them on his lips. ”It has to be special. Besides mistletoe kisses are overrated anyway.”