81. | look at the world, so close
81.
look at the world, so close
and i'm halfway to it
eugene/rapunzel (927 words)
my love for this film is unabashed and UNPRECEDENTED. i love it so much, so hard, i cannot explain it. i demand you ALL go see it right away. tangled was predictable and cliche but had so many sweet surprises, and mandy moore surpassed my wildest expectations and was the perfect rapunzel, and zachary levi? oh my god, the man was made to be flynn rider. donna murphy? makes mother gothel my new favorite disney villain, and her songs are a highlight of the film. it's just a fantastic film.
my only pet peeve is that i totally love the name flynn rider and I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO ACTUALLY EVER BE ABLE TO USE IT IN A FIC damn you for calling him eugene, rapunzel.
oh btw regarding this fic: this is just me writing. i fully plan on drabbling some more, and i actually want to write about eugene asking rapunzel to marry him, but it's a bit hard when so much of that involves a kingdom I DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF and a king and queen WHO ARE ALSO NAMELESS thanks so much disney.
the shackles rattle around her wrists and the gag tastes like old, dirty cloth. mother -- no, not her mother, someone else, someone who lies and steals children to stay young, someone who kept her locked away her entire life -- bustles around, packing things away.
"we're going far away, rapunzel. there's no need to stay here anymore, and i will find a new tower to put you in, and this time you will not leave it, i promise you that." she pulls a dagger from a pocket in her cloak and rapunzel feels sick, feels like she's going to throw up and prays she doesn't because she'd probably choke on it, and please, please don't let eugene actually be dead, please let him be okay --
hoofbeats from outside and mother freezes. rapunzel's breath catches, and she would give everything for it to not be --
"rapunzel! rapunzel, let down your hair!"
eugene. eugene, eugeneeugenenoplease.
mother smiles, and it glints in the dim lighting from the trap door on the ceiling. suddenly gripped with panic, rapunzel pulls as hard as she can, trying to push the gag out of the way. "why rapunzel. you just keep providing problems for me to clean up."
she pulls rapunzel's hair, yanking it towards the window sill, and rapunzel struggles harder, trying to pull back, but her hair is too long and the shackles hurt so much, she can't reach any further. mother pushes the hair out of the window and she hears eugene sigh in relief and feels him start climbing.
mother stands by the window and waits.
"rapunzel? rapunzel, i thought i'd never see you again--"
he's so beautiful, in that bright, brief moment, and she screams against the gag and tries to warn him. his brow furrows and before she can blink, mother slides the knife once into his side and smoothly back out. it's so quick, so simple. he crumples like a doll to the floor, curling in on himself and crying out.
rapunzel's heart stops beating.
she is only vaguely aware of finally pulling the gag free, of yelling at her mother, of promising to stay with her if she'll let her heal eugene; all of her heart is with him, dying on the floor in pitiful, hacking coughs. she ignores him when he protests, and glares at her mother with a determination she isn't sure she really feels until she relents.
and mother is pulling the shackles off of her and using them to keep eugene in place, and she is finally allowed to scramble to him, the wooden floor bruising her knees as she leans over him and breathlessly says his name, feels it fall out of her mouth like a prayer.
"don't--" he gasps, shaking his head, and there's blood everywhere, staining his clothes and her hand, and she can't do this, she can't let him die, not eugene -- she hurriedly presses her hair to his wound and ignores him and opens her mouth --
and he pulls her close, and his hand finds the back of her neck, and she wants to cry. his breath is warm and soft against her cheek, and he smiles at her. his hand is rough against her cheek, and she closes her eyes.
there's a sudden movement, and a gasp, and an incredible lightness -- her hair. her hair, no, it's falling, turning a dull brown and shimmering away into useless, plain hair, it's like mud and earth and nothing like the sun anymore and she touches her head, uncomprehending.
"what have you done?" mother cries, and she watches in horror as her mother dies before her eyes, turning old and frail and toppling out the window, scream cut off abruptly, and then a thud of her cloak hitting the grass outside. she touches her hair again, not fully understanding what's happened. eugene coughs.
(and that woman, that woman who tormented her for years and held her from her real family and was her mother, was there for her and who raised her and who had been the only connection to life she had before three days ago, that woman is gone and rapunzel feels a loss that makes no sense at all.)
she immediately turns to him.
"eugene, eugene, no, come on, no," she mumbles, not entirely aware, and she grabs for his hand, holds it to her head and chants feverishly, "flower, gleam and glow, let your power shine--"
"rapunzel," and why is he looking at her like that, there's no reason for him to look at her that way, because he's going to be alright, he's going to be fine, she'll find a way, there has to be some way. "you were my new dream."
the sound of her heart breaking is silence that stretches for too short of a time. she thought it was broken before, watching eugene sail away on that ship, but this is really the sound -- knowing, without a doubt, that you are powerless to change the fate's design.
"and you were mine," she tells him, holding back her tears only so she can see him clearly.
he dies in her arms, mouth straight and so unlike him, so serious and lovely. she cannot think. she cannot breathe, except for the soft hiccups of inhalation that get through her shock. she leans over him and says, because she can think of nothing else, "heal what has been hurt -- change the fate's design. save what has been lost; bring back what once was mine."
and she lets herself cry.
look at the world, so close
and i'm halfway to it
eugene/rapunzel (927 words)
my love for this film is unabashed and UNPRECEDENTED. i love it so much, so hard, i cannot explain it. i demand you ALL go see it right away. tangled was predictable and cliche but had so many sweet surprises, and mandy moore surpassed my wildest expectations and was the perfect rapunzel, and zachary levi? oh my god, the man was made to be flynn rider. donna murphy? makes mother gothel my new favorite disney villain, and her songs are a highlight of the film. it's just a fantastic film.
my only pet peeve is that i totally love the name flynn rider and I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO ACTUALLY EVER BE ABLE TO USE IT IN A FIC damn you for calling him eugene, rapunzel.
oh btw regarding this fic: this is just me writing. i fully plan on drabbling some more, and i actually want to write about eugene asking rapunzel to marry him, but it's a bit hard when so much of that involves a kingdom I DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF and a king and queen WHO ARE ALSO NAMELESS thanks so much disney.
the shackles rattle around her wrists and the gag tastes like old, dirty cloth. mother -- no, not her mother, someone else, someone who lies and steals children to stay young, someone who kept her locked away her entire life -- bustles around, packing things away.
"we're going far away, rapunzel. there's no need to stay here anymore, and i will find a new tower to put you in, and this time you will not leave it, i promise you that." she pulls a dagger from a pocket in her cloak and rapunzel feels sick, feels like she's going to throw up and prays she doesn't because she'd probably choke on it, and please, please don't let eugene actually be dead, please let him be okay --
hoofbeats from outside and mother freezes. rapunzel's breath catches, and she would give everything for it to not be --
"rapunzel! rapunzel, let down your hair!"
eugene. eugene, eugeneeugenenoplease.
mother smiles, and it glints in the dim lighting from the trap door on the ceiling. suddenly gripped with panic, rapunzel pulls as hard as she can, trying to push the gag out of the way. "why rapunzel. you just keep providing problems for me to clean up."
she pulls rapunzel's hair, yanking it towards the window sill, and rapunzel struggles harder, trying to pull back, but her hair is too long and the shackles hurt so much, she can't reach any further. mother pushes the hair out of the window and she hears eugene sigh in relief and feels him start climbing.
mother stands by the window and waits.
"rapunzel? rapunzel, i thought i'd never see you again--"
he's so beautiful, in that bright, brief moment, and she screams against the gag and tries to warn him. his brow furrows and before she can blink, mother slides the knife once into his side and smoothly back out. it's so quick, so simple. he crumples like a doll to the floor, curling in on himself and crying out.
rapunzel's heart stops beating.
she is only vaguely aware of finally pulling the gag free, of yelling at her mother, of promising to stay with her if she'll let her heal eugene; all of her heart is with him, dying on the floor in pitiful, hacking coughs. she ignores him when he protests, and glares at her mother with a determination she isn't sure she really feels until she relents.
and mother is pulling the shackles off of her and using them to keep eugene in place, and she is finally allowed to scramble to him, the wooden floor bruising her knees as she leans over him and breathlessly says his name, feels it fall out of her mouth like a prayer.
"don't--" he gasps, shaking his head, and there's blood everywhere, staining his clothes and her hand, and she can't do this, she can't let him die, not eugene -- she hurriedly presses her hair to his wound and ignores him and opens her mouth --
and he pulls her close, and his hand finds the back of her neck, and she wants to cry. his breath is warm and soft against her cheek, and he smiles at her. his hand is rough against her cheek, and she closes her eyes.
there's a sudden movement, and a gasp, and an incredible lightness -- her hair. her hair, no, it's falling, turning a dull brown and shimmering away into useless, plain hair, it's like mud and earth and nothing like the sun anymore and she touches her head, uncomprehending.
"what have you done?" mother cries, and she watches in horror as her mother dies before her eyes, turning old and frail and toppling out the window, scream cut off abruptly, and then a thud of her cloak hitting the grass outside. she touches her hair again, not fully understanding what's happened. eugene coughs.
(and that woman, that woman who tormented her for years and held her from her real family and was her mother, was there for her and who raised her and who had been the only connection to life she had before three days ago, that woman is gone and rapunzel feels a loss that makes no sense at all.)
she immediately turns to him.
"eugene, eugene, no, come on, no," she mumbles, not entirely aware, and she grabs for his hand, holds it to her head and chants feverishly, "flower, gleam and glow, let your power shine--"
"rapunzel," and why is he looking at her like that, there's no reason for him to look at her that way, because he's going to be alright, he's going to be fine, she'll find a way, there has to be some way. "you were my new dream."
the sound of her heart breaking is silence that stretches for too short of a time. she thought it was broken before, watching eugene sail away on that ship, but this is really the sound -- knowing, without a doubt, that you are powerless to change the fate's design.
"and you were mine," she tells him, holding back her tears only so she can see him clearly.
he dies in her arms, mouth straight and so unlike him, so serious and lovely. she cannot think. she cannot breathe, except for the soft hiccups of inhalation that get through her shock. she leans over him and says, because she can think of nothing else, "heal what has been hurt -- change the fate's design. save what has been lost; bring back what once was mine."
and she lets herself cry.