voice 001 || Eugene Fitzherbert / AU event || [private]

[foundaprincess]

[ooc: backdated to May 2, Monday Evening!]

[Eugene is trying to contact a certain boss of his but the call is accidentally filtered to Rapunzel instead. His voice sounds strained against the speaker, and his speech is punctuated by badly-stifled gasps:]

Hey... Got myself in... a bit of a jam here... [his attempted chuckle turns into a hacking

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[action!]

[flowergleam]

[Rapunzel's been having a distressingly strange week. She's in the cottage she shares with Aurora (not that Aurora even remembers Rapunzel's not just visiting when she gets the message, and she immediately jumps to her feet, holding the Dreamberry close to her face]

Eugene-- Eugene???

[she hasn't heard from him all this time, either; and needless to say, this isn't the most reassuring of calls. Maybe he hasn't become her new dream yet, but she does care enough about him for this to scare her.]

Eugene, hold on, all right? I'm going to find you! Just-- I know, Pascal, I know--

[she gathers up her hair, racing for the door. She remembers passing some sort of police sign when in Somni a few days earlier; whatever it is, she's pretty sure she can still find it.

With a bit of Pascal's help, she does so eventually; like Flynn said, once she sees blood it's not hard to track him down. suppressing the urge to be sick, she runs and drops to her knees next to him, not minding the state of her own dress as she gathers her hair]Oh-- no no no

[foundaprincess]

[Making the call and dragging himself to this spot had spent the last of Eugene's energy. With his back against a wall, his body propped in an awkward sitting position, he breathed in shallow gasps to avoid adding any more strain to his injury. His dreamberry lay near his side, where it had dropped when exhaustion finally overcame him.

It will be hard to see in the darkness of the evening, with only the street lamp in the corner as a source of light, but a closer examination will reveal that the poor young man is bleeding out of a bullet wound on his right side.

When Rapunzel arrives, he was fighting off unconsciousness, holding onto the hope that Agent Javert had received his call and was on his way to fix things.

The voice that reaches his ears is definitely not the boss. He cracks open an eye and sees an unfamiliar face.

Before he can react, a spasm of pain has him groaning and clutching his side.]

Hrrgh...!

[flowergleam]

[When he groans, Rapunzel breathes a sigh of-- well, relief isn't exactly the right word for it, but if he's in pain then he's still alive, and she can still heal him.]

It's okay. [her voice is quiet now as she does her best to get him to move his hands away from his side; she needs to wrap her hair around the wound] Just relax, okay? I'm going to heal you.

[how did this happen?]

[foundaprincess]

[The blonde stranger moves his hands away and there is little he can do to fight her off. He is too weak to even be galled by this. Though he cannot see them, he is certain that his hands are stained with his own blood.]

You a... medic 'r somethin'...?

[she looked way too young to be in the medical business.]

[flowergleam]

[she pauses for a moment, lifting her hands from his side, to stare at him. oh, no. please tell her he's just delirious and can't see her, not that the same thing happened with Flynn, of all people, that happened with Aurora--]

It's me, Eugene. Rapunzel.

[foundaprincess]

[he blinks at her, then smiles, no hint of comprehension in his eyes:]

Am I... secretly famous or somethin'?

[flowergleam]

Well, maybe not here, but everyone knows Flynn Rider back home, right?

[a pause]

You remember me, don't you?

[but she's not holding out hope as she proceeds to wrap her hair, gently as she can, around his waist]

[foundaprincess]

"Flynn Rider"...

[he sighs, mind going back to his past, to the things he's done. Nothing worth noting, nothing worth living for.]

Sorry... can't say I do.

[because he would remember those eyes if he saw them once before. There is something definitely familiar about them but any more than that, nothing.]

If I've... done something to you... [he winces as something brushes against his side - was she trying to stem the bleeding? He wanted to tell her that it was useless, but no sense in wasting breath over that. Making amends was the most important thing to do right now:] ...hurt you or... someone you know... [just two more words, Eugene. Say them.

Say. Them.

dammit, this is getting hard]

[flowergleam]

Shhh. Don't speak. We're just wasting time.

[she pushes back her disappointment as she takes a deep breath and begins to sing]

Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates' design
Save what has been hurt
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine.

[as she sings, yep, there goes the hair, glowing and healing from her roots to the very end of all seventy feet of it]

[foundaprincess]

[His eyes slip shut to that haunting song. The pain throbs hard against his side, once, twice, thrice, then surprisingly it leeches away.

Within moments his breathing evens out and the lines on his face ease.

The strength is back in him. He can finally say those two words:]

...I'm sorry.

[flowergleam]

[she waits, nearly holding her breath until the glow in her hair fades and she sees him relax and his breathing ease. she drops her head in relief. she'd been afraid that, with the time it took her to find him, she'd have been too late.]

You can't apologise for something you haven't done.

[foundaprincess]

[It is amazing how much better he feels right now. Is this the first step into the afterlife? The thought makes him grin a little.]

I've done many things that need apologizing for.

[flowergleam]

Hasn't everyone, though? [there's a small smile now that she knows he's all right] You're all right now, Eugene.

[foundaprincess]

Hm? Yeah... it's weird. I really do feel okay.

[his eyes open and he takes a good long look at her. Her face is really blurry in the beginning but the longer he looks, the clearer he sees her. Her outline is glowing in a weirdly ethereal way. It's the light from the street lamp but he is too zoned out to put the pieces together.]

You're not a medic, then, but an angel.

[There is awe in his tone as he reaches up to trace the outline of her face because he can hardly believe that he deserved to go to the Good Place, not after all he's done with his life.]

[flowergleam]

[okay, blush. what's happening? the only other time he's touched her face was when they thought they were going to drown in the cave and he brushed away her hair to tell her their efforts were no use. there's the same sort of feeling here, but still just a little different. since then she's recognised her crush-- maybe not deeper feelings just yet, but still a spark of it-- and it's even more confusing and, in a way, heartbreaking. she has to remember he doesn't know who she is]

No, I'm really not either of those. Just Rapunzel.

[she starts to unwrap the hair from around his torso]

You're not dead, you know! You're still alive!

[foundaprincess]

[When his fingers reach the side of her cheek, he thinks he sees them redden in this absolutely endearing way - but heavenly beings did not blush, did they?]

You're just being mo- [he stops when she bends closer and then suddenly that halo of light is gone and she looks...

Just like a regular person.

Wait, what?

He straightens from his slumped position against the wall and looks around hastily. Okay. He is definitely still in Somarium. Experimentally, he probes his side. Still in Somarium and very much alive. Actually, more than alive, he is fully-healed-and-no-longer-in-agonizing-pain alive. What is going on here?]