Have I Died and Gone To...? [Active/Open}
Character(s): Flynn Rider
Content: After his death in Gothel's tower, Flynn awakens in a place not quite heavenly.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Night
Warnings: Dying and awakening again tends to make even the most level of heads panic a bit.
“Ah!”
Flynn awoke with a sickening jolt, a hand falling to his side as he stared up at the dark skies. Breathing heavily, he laid there disoriented for a long moment, eyes darting around. Stars twinkled overhead through the clouds, a chill breeze blew over him, rustling the grass and snow that he was laying on…He was laying on grass? It wasn’t like…any grass he’d ever felt or see before…And there was snow, which would explain the cold...Snow?
This…was not the tower. This was not the tower.
This single thought began to repeat itself like a mantra in his mind, a fact that he could cling to as he tried to make some sort of rational sense out of his situation. He recalled distinctly laying there in the floor of Gothel’s tower, shards of the shattered mirror scattered around him. He remembered Rapunzel trying to heal him, he recalled refusing…the moment he cut those long blonde locks. It was strange, being able to remember dying, but he did, mostly because it was impossible to forget the look in her eyes. Rapunzel’s eyes.
And now, as he forced himself to sit up, Flynn realized the wound where Gothel had stabbed him had mysteriously vanished, though the leather and linen was torn where the dagger had pierced his doublet and blood stained the fabrics freely. Baffled, he looked down at the mark, then at his unstained hands…
A sound near him caused him to look up, and it was then that he saw the long line of people outside a strange structure…it almost seemed like a city, but…different from the ones he’d seen, and he’d seen many in his travels. Two great giants loomed over what appeared to the city gates, imposing and not at all welcoming..
What were these people waiting for…where WAS this place? He had to get back; if there was a way, he had to find it. As long as he was aware, he knew he had to find her. Gothel couldn’t win this; she couldn’t, not after all of this.
He was on his feet and running towards the large gates before he even realized what he was doing, breathing still ragged, but his expression intent. He’d never been much for sitting around waiting for problems to solve themselves, after all…though, in general, he was usually the cause of them.
Content: After his death in Gothel's tower, Flynn awakens in a place not quite heavenly.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Night
Warnings: Dying and awakening again tends to make even the most level of heads panic a bit.
“Ah!”
Flynn awoke with a sickening jolt, a hand falling to his side as he stared up at the dark skies. Breathing heavily, he laid there disoriented for a long moment, eyes darting around. Stars twinkled overhead through the clouds, a chill breeze blew over him, rustling the grass and snow that he was laying on…He was laying on grass? It wasn’t like…any grass he’d ever felt or see before…And there was snow, which would explain the cold...Snow?
This…was not the tower. This was not the tower.
This single thought began to repeat itself like a mantra in his mind, a fact that he could cling to as he tried to make some sort of rational sense out of his situation. He recalled distinctly laying there in the floor of Gothel’s tower, shards of the shattered mirror scattered around him. He remembered Rapunzel trying to heal him, he recalled refusing…the moment he cut those long blonde locks. It was strange, being able to remember dying, but he did, mostly because it was impossible to forget the look in her eyes. Rapunzel’s eyes.
And now, as he forced himself to sit up, Flynn realized the wound where Gothel had stabbed him had mysteriously vanished, though the leather and linen was torn where the dagger had pierced his doublet and blood stained the fabrics freely. Baffled, he looked down at the mark, then at his unstained hands…
A sound near him caused him to look up, and it was then that he saw the long line of people outside a strange structure…it almost seemed like a city, but…different from the ones he’d seen, and he’d seen many in his travels. Two great giants loomed over what appeared to the city gates, imposing and not at all welcoming..
What were these people waiting for…where WAS this place? He had to get back; if there was a way, he had to find it. As long as he was aware, he knew he had to find her. Gothel couldn’t win this; she couldn’t, not after all of this.
He was on his feet and running towards the large gates before he even realized what he was doing, breathing still ragged, but his expression intent. He’d never been much for sitting around waiting for problems to solve themselves, after all…though, in general, he was usually the cause of them.