[ And what she feels in response isn't even an emotion.
No, her reaction is more visceral: a cringe that starts in her face as she draws shoulders up, wincing, and recoils, bending over her stomach as if to protect it - and her - from any further harm. Any more painful truths. Loneliness of the kind she's lived isn't something you look at head on; you paint it, smile through it, dance around it. Kill the dark with sunshine.
Even if some sources of light need rest every once in awhile.
Rapunzel smiles and shakes her head, kicking a foot out in front of her and wiggling the toes absently. ] Some people would love to have all the time in the world... [ Her mother, for one. ] Many people probably. Time is... precious. Time is... is life.
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No, her reaction is more visceral: a cringe that starts in her face as she draws shoulders up, wincing, and recoils, bending over her stomach as if to protect it - and her - from any further harm. Any more painful truths. Loneliness of the kind she's lived isn't something you look at head on; you paint it, smile through it, dance around it. Kill the dark with sunshine.
Even if some sources of light need rest every once in awhile.
Rapunzel smiles and shakes her head, kicking a foot out in front of her and wiggling the toes absently. ] Some people would love to have all the time in the world... [ Her mother, for one. ] Many people probably. Time is... precious. Time is... is life.