Biting her lip, she brought the shears up.įlynn had quietly come in (and had paused at the door, preparing to say something theatrical) but immediately dropped all playing. She thoughtfully wrapped a lock of hair around her fingers. Did it take a day off her life? A month? A year? The dead hairs turned a dull brown, and it used to panic her when she was little. And come to think of it, Rapunzel did lose the occasional hair when it caught on something, or when she was combing it out. The Goodwife said that was nonsense it would only affect her powers, if anything at all. “Gothel had told her that cutting her hair would kill her. But he smiled- a real smile this time, a natural one.” "No, please try again!" Rapuunzel begged. Books #27 and #28 were tales of knights and damsels and adventures- with more than a touch of romance.
"Oh, you were trying to." Rapunzel began to giggle. "Usually the smolder works on all the ladies." No wonder you two get along so well," Flynn said, shaking his head and dropping the look. "I 'on't ow," Rapunzel responded, keeping her lips in the same half position. Obviously it was some sort of expression Gothel didn't make but that other people commonly used. He smiled so that his lips stretched wide at the corners but remained partially closed over his teeth. She was also puzzled by the look on Flynn's face: he raised his eyebrows and sort of gazed at her, turning his head so it was a little sideways. She couldn't separate the different feathered things out. But very, very odd."Ī flurry of thoughts winged their way through Rapunzel's head like a confused flock of birds on a late summer test flight. "I'm super impressed with anyone who can fight and knows these woods and the world so well. "Super impressed with being with a real live criminal, huh?" he asked, smiling with surprisingly nice white teeth. “He caught her staring at him and gave her a sly look.
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He had a little bit of hair on his chin (not a full beard like she had seen in pictures), a tiny feathery thing that she kind of wanted to touch.” Whatever he said about her skin, Flynn's was also clear, healthy, and peachy. He leaned forward to get a better look, and at first Rapunzel did nothing, suddenly aware of his closeness.
Even if it ever came in silver, which seems reeealllly unlikely." A normal person, even a lord or lady, couldn't manage locks half that long. "You do have that magnificent hair, though," Flynn pointed out. or a white horse, or velvet capes, or a scepter." or crowns you didn't steal," Flynn added. I don't have any servants, or ladies-in-waiting." " It's not my crown," Rapunzel shouted, still laughing.
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"Your skin is creamy and perfect," Flynn said. "She wears a pretty dress like one," Gina pointed out. "She doesn't sound like one," Flynn observed. Then she began guffawing: big, hearty barks of laughter. Nahh, I bet you're a princess of some sort." “An orphan who was kept as a prisoner in a tower with plague signs to keep away?" Gina gently teased.