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@shetangled​: i’m not leaving you here.

‘ rapunzel, it’s okay. i’m a damsel. i’m in distress. i can do this. i’ll live, i promise. ’  it was his fight and his alone. the female had nothing to do with it.  hades was out to ruin his life, again. hercules quoted his late former lover to show that he never forgot about her.  ‘ i’ll be okay. ’

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“You look beautiful,” Arianna smiled as she came into the room where Rapunzel was preparing for the ball.

        ❛    up  in  a  tower  for  eighteen  years ?    ❜   anya’s  heard  the  story,  but  hearing  the  gist  of  it  and  the  real  thing  wasn’t  the  same.   perhaps  it  was  a  bit  rich  coming  from  her,  the  astonishment  at  how  unbelievable  it  seemed  and  all,  considering  her  own  incredible  tale  of  realizing  she  too  was  a  lost  princess.   for  a  moment,  she  wonders  if  other  ladies  like  the  two  of  them  had  to  go  through  so  much  trouble  to  finally  be  able  to  breathe  too,  though  she  had  a  feeling  the  answer  more  likely  to  be  a  yes  than  a  no.   ❛    i’m  not  sure  what  to  say,  but...  wow.    ❜

A glance her way before he felt the instinctive roll of his eyes upwards, unable to stop them in time. He covered his mouth quickly, thumb brushing his nose before he let his hand fall away again. Composure regained, he put his hands in his pockets and gave her the once over, taking in all the festive fabric, the bright red and green colours clashing all over her slender frame, the decorations hung around her neck, in her hair. She certainly ticked all the boxes when it came to holiday spirit, but this was on another level, one Jughead had only witnessed a select few times in his life, and had never reached himself. He wasn’t exactly known for being a spirited guy when it came to these kinds of things. 

“Depends on the definition we’re using these days,” he chuckled out, smile spreading teasingly, wryly. Drawing his hands out of his pockets again, he set them on his hips. “I will say that it would be safe if we kept a full ten yards between us at all times when out in public ... Like this.”

one  doesn’t   ,    so  he  let’s  out  a  quick  breath  instead   .    ❝     i  haven’t  told  them  much  ,   just  that  you’re  ...  you   .   and  that’s  got  them  really  excited   .  they’d  ,  ah  ,  really  love  to  meet  you  ,  if  you’re  willing  .      ❞

❝   mother must’ve forgotten to inform that there would be visitors.   ❞      it isn’t always that he would return to the castle of his family in the isles    -      so no,   hans doubts it is a coincidence that the coronas are invited just when he’d been summoned home.    home,   of course,    is what the public assumes,   but there’s nothing about the marble floor of the house reminds hans of one.    still,   he stands tall.  handsome.   proud.     ❝   welcome to the southern isles,    milady.    i am hans.   ❞