❦ it probably exists if you go there

[witchrapunzel]

[ In a forest a bit away from Eumelia, the occasional passerby would hear a melody—a song. It's entrancing at the very least, but there's a rumor among the common people who pass by: a witch lives in the forest. They believe that she casts a spell on the people she ensnares with her song, so most are encouraged to run away as soon as they hear it. However, there are sometimes the curious kinds of people and it draws them closer to the source...

If one strained their ears, the lyrics can be heard. Sometimes it is contradictory to the melody—a dissonance of an upbeat tone but sad lyrics. The songs that are heard within the forest never sounds cheery or happy if you actually stick around to listen.

Follow the song? Y/N? ]

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[elresin]

I'll... Think about it. [ He's going to stand up from his seat now and walk around the room to try to find a way down.

... There are no stairs??

Please let there be stairs.

He looks back at her only once before going back to looking. ]

[witchrapunzel]

[ rofl nope what are these stairs you speak of... this is literally a tower with a single room and a bathroom in it. that's... about it, really. the only way out is cutting yourself into small pieces through the shower drain out the small balcony with the help of rapunzel's hair.

she just looks at him though.

you better ask her or you know... she'll keep you here forever. ]

[elresin]

[ SHIT. HE WON'T DO THAT, OBVIOUSLY.

ASKING IS THE MOST HORRIBLE THING HE CAN EVEN-- ]

How do you get down from this insufferable tower? [ Princey should watch his tone, but he's so... Lost and that's a indistinguishably hideous feeling. ]

[witchrapunzel]

The same way you came up, obviously! [ aka use her hair as a rope ladder thing.

and she's saying it like this as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

#yolo ]

[elresin]

You can't be serious... [ DID YOU EVEN WASH YOUR HAIR TODAY, GIRL...?

One trip across hair was bad enough, but going down?! ]

[witchrapunzel]

You can always jump down from it instead. [ it's like... a skyscraper height. not sure if you want that. ]

Your choice!

[elresin]

Fine... Rapunzel, let down your hair. [ This is the sassiest rendition of the line here. ]

You can't expect me to return with any broken bones anyway.

/rolls back in here a month later

[witchrapunzel]

Of course I don't! Don't be so silly.

[ she smiles and then tosses her her hair over the balcony, which results in all that hair... sliding from the inner depths of the room to the outside. then she takes it and makes another loop with the balcony fence.

ta-da. ]

/picks up

[elresin]

I hope that this place be more orderly in time for my next visit. [ He goes over to make sure her hair is secure before looking back at her. ]

It isn't a guarantee, but I still think I at least deserve my destination be proper. [ And then he'll... gently try to get down--actually WHY IS THIS SCARY. ]

wehhh ouji-kun

[witchrapunzel]

As long as you come back to visit me again!

[ Because it's like mountain climbing on a rope except you're going down a skyscraper. Yup. She rests her arms on the balcony fence and smiles down at him. ]

shhh my not princess

[elresin]

I--[ The smile catches him off guard to the point he flips and dangles over before falling down into a bush...

This is elegance, Rapunzel. Take notes. ]

[witchrapunzel]

[ brb laughing--oh my god princey that as not graceful at aaallll--

her laughter is pretty loud to the point that even ciaran can hear it, really. ]

You what?

[elresin]

[ HE IS ROYALTY HE DOES NOT NEED TO BE LAUGHED AT--He only groans and simmers as she laughs... He can already feel his face flush with red color. In all hopes to the spirits that guard their land, LET THE BUSHES SHELTER HER FROM SEEING HIM LIKE THIS.

With an indignant hair flip as he stands up to brush off the dust from his floor... He'll walk over to his beloved horse with his head up high and metaphoric nose in the air.

He meant to do that...........


Of course he gives her one last look before mounting onto his horse and trotting off.




YOU DON"T DESERVE A FAREWELL--more like he's too embarrassed to face her personally now.