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If only Rapunzel knew what that meant for him. She assumed it, could guess it, but know? She really didn’t know much about him at all beside that his name was actually Eugene and he was a thief. His words held more weight than anything she could have imagine.
But she didn’t, and because she didn’t, she felt her heart make that yucky sad feeling. If he was pushing her away like she thought he was… maybe it was for the best.
“Thank you. I haven’t thanked you for this, so… thank you.” She ran a hand through her hair and raised her head. “Besides that’s okay. Anything we do tomorrow will be great. When’s your birthday? How do you usually spend yours?”
“Are you really interested? Or is this small-talk?” Though the questions were asked, he let out a little sigh and shrugged his shoulders. Trips to he past weren’t exactly how he liked spending his time. “It’s in August.. on the 20th. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. Nothing eventful really happens. Same old, same old. It’s just another day to me.”
She sorta felt terrible now. He seemed to really like his feather topped hat and who was she to tell someone what not to wear? It wasn’t a bad hat just very loud and attention grabbing. The princess watched as the chameleon landed on the hat stand and snickered away. “I appreciate your looks,” Rapunzel mumbled behind a hand.
“In fact—” it took two whole steps to reach another hat, a large one with fabric flowers decorating the rim, “— How about we both wear fun hats? We can, leaf as soon as you put yours on.”
Flynn glanced over at her, a smirk formed at the surprising sight– oh man. They were certainly a unique duo to be seen together. With a chuckle, he slipped his own hat back on and adjusted it in the mirror. "See, now that’s how you make an entrance. Think of what everyone’ll say. Maybe we’ll even start a trend.”
“Not that I don’t love seeing my two faaavorite boys getting along but I’m pretty sure he’s agreeing because you look silly. Like a duck! The feathers might be too much.”
A small pout was present as Flynn moved over to the mirror, hand reaching up to remove the hat on his head that had feathers on top. "But– that’s the whole charm. I’m sure other girls would appreciate my looks.” And then he moved his hand to push the small green creature on his shoulder off. “Traitor.”
This was the first time she’d heard him call her Rapunzel. It felt wrong but after having such a near death experience maybe that was normal. They weren’t friends but they weren’t strangers either. He knew her. He saw her and responded to her and that wasn’t something she was used to.
Gothel only ever responded to herself, she lead the conversation and if it wasn’t about her she wasn’t interested. It was disheartening but that’s just what mother’s did she guessed. She didn’t really know what to believe anymore.
Flynn — no Eugene wasn’t how she’d been told men were. Yes, he’d spent most of the day trying to get rid of her but something had changed now.
Just like how he was calling her Rapunzel. Just like how in the campfire light he seemed… different. They were different.
“Don’t break that promise,” she answered but it wasn’t a threat. It was a plea that he didn’t make this adventure stop. The lights, as final as it felt might just be the beginning after all.
“I mean, I would be sad if you did. Not just because I wouldn’t see the lights but…” she trailed off. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that tomorrow means a lot to me. It’s my birthday you know? I’ve never really had a birthday like this and I’m happy to be sharing it with you. Even if you’re being forced to do it.”
"Yeah,”
he replied quietly, repositioning himself to readjust the fire by tossing another log into it. He had no intentions on breaking that promise, even if earlier he would’ve just taken off with the satchel if he had known where it was. Flynn Rider didn’t make promises in the first place, let alone keep them.
But Eugene– he was different. Reliable, trusting, just.. different.
“Your birthday.. it’ll be good. I can’t say it’ll be the best– since I’m not exactly the best person to c e l e b r a t e things with, but..”
“Not very many things are,” she tried to joke but it felt flat, lifeless even. “I need you to take me to see the lanterns… I don’t know anyone else who can.”
Yet, it was more than that. The closer the day came the more she didn’t want to come. She wanted to see the lanterns but what about after? Was she going to go back after seeing so many wonderful things?
And what of him? Would she never see him again? The idea was impossible and although she felt like he was beginning to like her — in a way that wasn’t just friends — it could all be in her head.
It was… probably all in her head.
But then maybe it wasn’t?
That resulted in a smile ; though the reason behind it wasn’t clear. She was adamant on the lights, it was her dream. She had a dream and even though his dream seemed far off, hers wasn’t. Maybe if he.. if they got to see the lights, then it’d be clear to him. Everything would. At least that’s what he was inwardly hoping for.
”–I’m taking you to see the lights, Rapunzel. I promise.“
