Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair...

[julietveiled]

This seems a bit silly, but

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[snowyofthenight]

This I can do! =D

i.
The Witch would praise her often. Hair like gold, ivory skin, eyes like sapphires. Rapunzel secretly thought she was more than a girl-statue of metals and stones.

ii.
She was so happy, once she found him. They were free, together at last, and she'd never have to see her tower, that horrible one-roomed castle, again. And then he led her home, to a new palace. And it was so big and ornate and beautiful, it took her some time before she realized it was only another castle to keep her in.

iii. (not using any of the keywords, but shhh. >__>)
"Is that you, my prince?"
"...yes!"
It was not, nor was it the Witch. She could tell, she was locked in a tower, but she was no idiot. Slowly, carefully, she lowered the braid. If it was not him and it was not her, she wanted to see this person all the more.

I seem unable to write Rapunzel without contradictions. XD Or well, but... that's a different story. >>;

[julietveiled]

Yaaay!Thank you! :)

[fish_bananas]

Hi. I apologize for losing unprecedentedly at Into the Woods. XD

[julietveiled]

You DO lose, you garden hose. Especially as you'd love it. XD

[rainbowjehan]

Some girls dream of being princesses in castles. She dreams of being a princess in a big flat wide open meadow, with flowers everywhere and soft long grass, and maybe a little hill to roll down somewhere. She knows what they look like, because the Witch conjured her pictures sometimes when she was a little girl. To be princess of a meadow would be the best happy ending to the best faerie story in the whole world.