"You obviously worked hard to get as good as you are now, but you also have a natural talent. Some people could work hard on something for all their lives but not get good at it because they lack talent. But you - Rapunzel Flowers - are the most talented person that I have ever met." Music, Art, Cooking. She excelled in all of those skills. He wished that he could have been around to see her progress when she was younger, see how she got to the point that she was at now. "I’ll try." He smiled lightly. He didn’t think that he was ever going to be able to draw a perfect circle but he would take any opportunity to spend more time with Rapunzel. He wanted to see that passion in her eyes as she did what she loved. Most of the time when she worked on paintings, he was at work and he didn’t get to see her expression. "I think that sounds like fun! Whatever you want, you’re a much more creative person than I am." The only way that he could be creative was when he was in his musical zone. When he could play the piano and block out the world around him. Except for Rapunzel. She always stayed in his mind’s eye. "Piano and guitar, obviously. I was thinking we could get her a little tambourine as well."He thought that the idea was a cute one. With Rapunzel as a parent, an instrument would fit right into her hands, as well as a paint brush. He’d even get her a little frying pan when she was old enough to know not to hit him with it. "Of course I do. It’s our vacation, you don’t have to ask if everything is okay with me. I want to know what you want to do." Though she may have done it for him, she was the one who put the majority of the money into the trip. And he wanted to make sure that she experienced everything that she wanted to. "That’s what makes you love me more?" He smiled widely. He couldn’t stop. The way that she spoke to him sometimes made him tremble and it was so hard not to grab her and kiss her right here and right now.
Although he normally would pay a lot of attention to Rapunzel, he was giving her extra in hopes that Janice would feel uncomfortable and leave. It didn’t seem to be working. “Sounds delicious to me.” Michael said, rubbing his hands together. He could think of a couple drinks that were like what she described. “She takes such good care of me, can’t you tell? And do you know what I love the most? She insists that no guy will ever take her away from me.” He smiled widely, taking another jab at Janice. Michael caught on and he looked a bit nervous but was reassured by Thomas’s smile that he wasn’t mad about that anymore. “She’s a good lady. Good thing you said that, or else I might have tried.” Michael was joking around. His flirtatious nature would never change. After hearing Rapunzel’s words and kissing her stomach, he smiled like a proud papa bear. “You’re going to find out tonight about the ice cream. Trust me, you’re going to like it.” Thomas said, setting his hand back on Rapunzel’s knee.
“You are tough. I think that you could win in a fight against her, no problem. But I’m not encouraging it.” Thomas chuckled, feeling her little muscles. There was something there, probably from her dealing with frying pans for so long. “She may look that way, but it’s only on the outside. I know that in the inside, she’s not beautiful and that’s what makes me not like her. And it’s because you’re beautiful on the inside and the outside that I can’t take my eyes off of you.” She was absolutely amazing, and he still felt like he didn’t deserve her. When he felt her leg go up his, he couldn’t stop the moan that was coming out. He had to pull away before he took her right here and now in his mother’s guest room. “We better head back, or else I’m not going to be able to stop.” His breaths were labored and he couldn’t stop the flush that was on his cheeks. He wanted her - he wanted her bad.
"Do you think so? That’s very sweet of you to say! And you - Thomas Savage - are the sweetest person that I’ve ever met. You have such a beautiful heart and gentle spirit. It really is no wonder why I fell in love with you." First hearing his dreams, they were so beautiful. Wanting to help make the world a better place seemed simple, but it was anything but that. It was hard work. Rapunzel was completely wonderstruck when she met him. That he had all of these amazing qualities wrapped up into a one man, it was a wonder to her and it didn’t surprise her that he had such a lovely dream; therefore, she would always be of support of it. The zest that he had while talking about it was intriguing to her, it was what he was destined to do. "I think as long as you put forth the effort, then your work can never be bad. That’s the most important thing and you’ll always be my lucky little star, so you don’t have to worry! I’ll always think that what you do is good - no matter if it’s art or if your singing or dancing - whatever you do I’ll think it’s good because I know that you’re a hard worker." He worked hard to get to where he was now - living in America, leaving everything he had ever known. It must have been a big step and it must have been a lot of hard work, and he was still working hard! He was doing the best he could to provide for him and would soon be providing for a family. She was so proud of him. It was hard not to admire him. He was on a pedestal in her mind from the very beginning, but it always seemed to grow and grow when it came to him. "I think you’re a very creative person, love! I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m sure it will be very beautiful!" Although she didn’t want to seem overly confident, she thought all of the paintings she had painted were beautiful because they were all inspired by him. He was the beauty that he brought to her paintings. "Aw, a tambourine! That’s cute! I don’t want to force the piano and guitar on her, though. I think that maybe when she’s a little older, we should take her to the music store and see which instrument she goes for. What do you think?" She wanted Summer to be her own person. It would be very sweet if she chose the piano or guitar, but she would let their daughter play whatever she desired. "That’s really sweet, but this is your vacation! I want to make sure you’re having a fun time." She did this all for him and she would do it a thousand more times. "Everything you do - it makes me love you more."
"It was really good. It was some sort of berry thing, I’m not sure. I would have to taste it again to see what it exactly was, but I can’t do that now since I’m pregnant!" Rapunzel couldn’t wait until Summer was born so that she could feel classy by drinking a little glass of wind at dinner. It warmed her heart to receive the attention from Thomas in front of people and it truly showed that he wasn’t shameful of loving her. Smiling, she pressed multiple kisses to his cheeks as he proclaimed his words. That seems to be directed towards Janice and she was certainly going to help. "Yeah, I couldn’t ever leave this guy for another. He’s such a gem! Very charming and sophisticated, yet silly and unique." Her gaze went towards Janice, but when she realized she looked over at her boyfriend. She could see the tension between Michael and Thomas, but sighed in relief once Thomas smiled at his best friend. At Michael, she politely shook her head with a little smile. Michael was handsome, but no one held a candle to her boyfriend. She definitely chose the best of the two buddies - there was no doubt about that. "I know that I will! It sounds delicious!" Her palm was placed onto his hand that was on top of her knee.
"Really? Do you think so? Oh, I don’t know about that! I’ve never really been into fighting, but I did hit that guy’s Bangkok pretty hard last night didn’t I?" A little giggle escaped as he squeezed her little muscle. She definitely wasn’t the strongest, but she was trying. He certainly was! Able to carry a pregnant woman! It was very sweet of him to do so. "Wow. That’s really sweet of you to say! I completely agree. It’s what the inside that matters and that’s what makes you beautiful on the outside. I don’t mean this in a feminine way, but you are such a beautiful man." A light crimson blush rose to her cheeks. "You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you." Hearing his moan was music to her ears, smiling into the kiss. It didn’t falter when he pulled away, but she whimpered lightly because of it. "That was - that was amazing. Yeah, I agree. I wouldn’t have been able to stop. Oh boy, that was just…I love you so much." She was completely breathless, her whole body felt hot from the whole experience. Her glance went towards the bed and then at him. She wanted him so desperately, but the longing would take over her as soon as they were back at the cottage.
“The pleasure is all mine.” Belle said giving a gesture for her to take a seat with her. Rapunzel, it was such a lovely name and one that rung in her ears. “i suppose even then it was typical to stay with the person they were with even when the right one was right under their nose. You really should read the book, they are always better than the movies.” With the sound of the shutting book she set it in the table for her to take. A black, button up cardigan hung from the back of Belle’s chair. Noticing the girls chills from the night breeze, she slid it off and offered it up. “It’s important to stay warm.” Belle smiled warmly and nodded towards the future mommy tummy Rapunzel was sporting. “Such a strange feeling isn’t it?” The feeling of Alpha rolling across her stomach so he could get comfortable again came back to Belle causing the butterflies to flutter. The bit that made her have goosebumps was the how you can see it happen.
Rapunzel furrowed her brows, squinting her eyes to try to see if they had met before. Her name…It sounded so familiar, but it was taking a few moments to recall. “I agree. I always think that if you’re meant to be with someone, then you’ll somehow end up with them and be together forever,” she spoke with a dreamy sigh, smiling sheepishly as she thought of her Thomas. She sincerely believed that they were meant to be with one another. “I’ll definitely read the book, yes! Absolutely!” Perhaps that would be the book that she would buy tonight. A soft smile curled to her lips at Belle’s hospitality, but she politely declined. “Oh, I’m alright! Thank you, though. That’s very kind!” Her hands came off of her sides, now gracing her baby bump. “It really is. In just a few months, my boyfriend and I will be looking down at our little miracle. We’re so excited and so is he - he even made a mobile! It’s really cute!”
"Why weren’t you a fan of it before? It’s the color of the trees! Didn’t you like trees?" Bunny was confused about how someone couldn’t like trees. They helped people breathe - they provided the oxygen! "I’ll take that as a compliment! She’s been busy with uhh - school and stuff. She’s in her last year of high school and it gets super busy." Though that wasn’t exactly a lie, Bunny had been doing more than school things. Mini adventures with Whizzer and big ones with Woman-of-few-words. But she had to keep that stuff a secret. "I’ve heard that he’s nice." Bunny had met Thomas before but Benny certainly hasn’t so she had to choose her words carefully. "It’s a pretty name though! Way better than ordinary names!" Though Summer wasn’t as cool a name as say - Jasarra - it was way better than Emily or Sara or Jane. "I like horses, horses are okay with me - well, more so ponies. I don’t really like it when animals are taller than me. It creeps me out." A little shiver went through Benny. "That is sad, but at least they won’t hurt anyone that way!"
"No, I like trees. I absolutely love trees. I was just more of a fan of bright colors." Her favorite were the pastels of spring - yellow, blue, purple, pink. Colors of those certainties. The tulips were her favorite flower, they had so many different colors and the flowers definitely brightened up the park. "Oh, I see! I just signed up for my classes. Will you tell her that I said the best of luck and that I hope she’s doing alright?" Rapunzel would have to call her or text her to see what she was up to. They had talked about having a sleepover and she still wanted for that to happen. "He’s just the sweetest guy that a girl could ask for! I really love him a lot and he loves me too. He’s the perfect prince, but he’s his own unique person!" A little dreamy sigh escaped as she thought of the love of her life. "Thank you! There are some ordinary names that I do like. I’ve always loved the name Emma, I think it’s really cute." That had been her second choice. "You should meet Maximus then! He’s a very kind horse. I’m sure that he would very much like you! I know what you mean, it seems like everything is taller than me." She was a little shorter than average. "Yeah! I just wish they had bigger cages is all."
Although the spot was still sensitive from the tattoo - it was almost healed but not quite, he still loved the feeling of Rapunzel’s lips on the black ink. He was very relieved that she liked it, because laser tattoo removal sounded more painful than getting the tattoo itself. It felt right to have it though, so he wasn’t sure that he would go through with getting it removed if she didn’t like it. “That’s what I try.” He smiled. Everything came from the heart but he had a tendency to let the words go straight from the heart to his mouth instead of going through his brain. That’s why his words got jumbled at times. When she started speaking about her flexibility, he started to smirk … and then it jumped completely off of his face and his jaw dropped. “I - I - I would like that, I think.” His face turned into a bright red strawberry-color and he couldn’t get it away, even if he tried. She was doing all of the seducing this time, and even if he couldn’t do anything about it right now, he would certainly remember that she said that later on. “Maybe I am, you never know.” He grinned widely. He would gladly be her prince Charming. She certainly held the beauty of the fantasy princesses. “I’ll tell Glinda that you said that.” He still often stopped by his old work, reassuring his old boss that he was still fine, and she often gave him a flower to take home to Rapunzel, though he would rather support her business and pay for it. “I know, you get kind of scary when you’re angry.” He admitted. “I just want to make sure that you know I don’t mean things I say when I get angry.”
“Good. Stress is bad for Summer, especially about such impossible things.” After their passionate kiss, he pressed one right to the center of her forehead. “We belong to one another and being away from you for one night is hard enough. I don’t think I could ever be away longer.” He reassured her, rubbing circles on her hips. “Of course you did. Rapunzel, after one day with you I knew that I couldn’t leave. I went to work the very next day and took on an extended contract so that I could stay here longer and see how this goes. My feelings for you were strong since the very beginning.” Alice had simply been a test, he figured. And he had nearly failed but look who he was here standing with. Curse or no curse, he had no regrets about Rapunzel being the one he gives his heart to. “Nope, I’m not telling you anything dear. You’ll see once you pass all of your classes, which I know you will. You’re so smart.” He truly was her strawberry and would never be anything else. “We’ll see about that.”
“I think that we are. I mean, it’s going to be harder for you. Your life is here.” Thomas had only been in the city for a couple of months and though he made friends, his roots weren’t here. The friends that he had made could come out and see him, he would certainly help to pay Aquata’s way. “No, you’ll be here, with me, forever.” He smiled, before cutting off a piece of her pancake and held it up to her lips, hoping to create a romantic feeding moment.
Rapunzel loved to kiss every part of his skin, no matter where. She especially loved to kiss the scar on his neck, where the curse had been placed. It proved that despite the marks that covered his porcelain flesh, she still loved him and still wanted to be intimate with him. They weren’t scars to her. Smiling, she pressed a kiss to his scar once more. “You know, love, I don’t think that your scars are scars…I think that they are adornments.” Thomas had a special place in her heart and in her mind, he was always put first. She was always thinking of him, always with him, he was everywhere. It was beautiful. “You do it well, baby.” He always spoke from the heart, it was sweet. There weren’t a lot of people like that anymore - that would just come out and say their feelings. It seemed that people would close off their feelings and stored them away, but certainly not her boyfriend. She always loved to hear what he had to say. He was the most intellectually eloquent man that she had ever encountered. Finally, she understood why he always found the stuttering to be cute. When he did it, it was adorable. The stuttering reassured her that she clearly had an effect on him. His little smirk was another sign of reassurance, but her eyebrows furrowed he dropped his jaw. The smile was still spread across her features, leaning in forward to leave traces of her warm breath on his lips as she spoke. “I would like that too. No, I would love that.” With a little giggle, she backed away as her arms were still around his frame. “You are Prince Charming! I knew it! You’re my Prince Charming, though! Don’t go thinking that you can go be charming to other people or else I’ll spank your cute little bum!” She wouldn’t actually, she didn’t want to hurt him. The thought of being his princess was heartwarming, it sometimes felt as she was in a dream to have this gem of a man in her life. He was so utterly perfect and amazing. She was so lucky to love him. His old boss was so sweet, she often stopped by to just say hello. “Wait, I’m scary when I’m angry? Oh, I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be, I really don’t! Are you alright? I don’t want to scare you!” She felt terrible, her smile faltering only slightly. “I know you don’t, we all say things that we don’t mean when we’re angry. I try to live by speak sweetly, so if you ever have to eat your words, they don’t taste bad. I know I can say mean things, though. It’s alright.”
"I know. Stress isn’t fun, but you can always talk to me whenever you’re stressed if you need to. I think it would help me to keep my stress levels down if I can help you, you know?" A smile curled to her lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, her cheeks rising to a light crimson. "I don’t think that I could do it either…I guess that we’re braver than we thought, huh?" It saddened her that they had to be away from one another on full moons because they reassured each other in England that they couldn’t be without the other. The circles on her hip were comforting, letting out little breaths as did so. "You did that for me? Wow! That’s so sweet! That’s one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me! My feelings were strong for you as well! I kept thinking what it would be like to kiss you again and I memorized your sweet face to draw a portrait!" She blushed further even thinking about it. Thomas was her one and only - so many things had proven that to be correct. "Aww! Well, I suppose that it isn’t a surprise if you were to give me a hint. Thank you! I’m counting on you to be my study buddy!" There was no one else she would rather study with. She would reject an invitation to a study group and tell them that she had someone already. "Is that a challenge, hmm?"
"My life is wherever you go because you’re my life now. Besides, Pascal can always come visit! Plus, I’ll be away from my mother." Her mother was the least of her worries right now. She hadn’t seen her since she escaped, so she took that as a good sign. "I will. I’ll be with you. Forever and ever!" A little giggle escaped as he held up a piece of pancake to her mouth, shaking her head lightly. She took the bite and did the same for him. "Open wide, sunshine!"
"I don’t know," Patch said as he walked towards the woman. Without asking, he pressed his ear up against the big bump on her tummy. "Are you having a baby? Are you a mommy?" He wasn’t sure who she was, though he felt he should. Had they met before? "Do you think you can take me home? I don’t know how to get home."
"You don’t know? Oh, you poor dear!" When the child pressed his ear to her stomach, she smiled softly and gently patted his back. She was much taller than him, but was still shorter than most people. "I am, yes! I am a mommy. She’ll be coming soon!" Perhaps this little boy and Summer could be friends. How sweet! "You don’t know how to get home? Aw, I’ll help! Let’s go to the children’s center, they’ll be able to help us!" Smiling, he held out her hand for the child to grab. "My name’s Rapunzel, by the way. You can call me Punzie or Punz!"
Belle shook her head, “No, no need to be. I wasn’t startled.” Her tone was soft and sweet. A smile spread across her lips and she gently reached for the girls gesture and shook her hand. “My name’s Belle, Belle Bellamy. I’m currently reading a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald called the Great Gastsby." Belle politely informed the kind blonde standing in front of her. “It’s a tragic story but touching. Personally I wanted a different ending but I digress.” Belle huffed and sat back a little, still holding her proper posture. Glancing around she noticed nobody else was around. This young, beautiful girl was wondering around at night all alone. “Tell me, where were you headed to alone at such a time?” A bit of worry came across her soft features. The thought of something happening to such a sweet girl made her stomach feel sick.
This woman was just about the sweetest! Her tone of voice was soft and kind just as her features were. As she reached for Rapunzel’s hand, she gently shook it as a smile painted her rosy lips. Belle…That seemed like a familiar name, but she wasn’t going to comment on it until she knew for sure. She always trusted her gut feeling. “My name’s Rapunzel, Rapunzel Flowers! It’s really lovely to meet you! Oh, the Great Gatsby! I’ve seen the movie, I just haven’t read it yet.” As a Halloween costume, she wanted to be Daisy. She loved the sparkly flapper dresses that they used in the movie. “I agree. I didn’t like the ending! It was so sad, it made me cry,” she commented, wrapping her arms around her thin frame as a cool breeze whispered through the dark of the night. “I was going to get a new book, actually! I’ve been needing a little reality escape lately, but reality has been treating me well.” She had a man who loved her and in a couple of months, would be having the most beautiful baby girl. Tilting her head, she smiled at Belle’s concern - it was so sweet. It was a nice, yet strange feeling to her to be cared about by a stranger. It wasn’t something she would give up. She wanted to be friends with her.
"Are you kidding me? I’m sure that when you were a toddler, you were better than Michelangelo." Thomas said with a wide smile. Rapunzel certainly did have the time to practice but she had the talent to go along with it. She was meant to paint, she was meant to create the beautiful works of art that would soon be hanging in every room of the apartment. "I don’t think that I could ever draw a perfect circle, so all the more respect for you." He would never criticize her art work. Sure, if she asked for his opinion, but he knew that most of the time he would absolutely love it and would always tell her the truth. "That sounds like fun." He smiled. He didn’t even care how messy that would make his house, he could just hang up some old sheets and they would be in the clear. He also had it in his mind that he would get paint on her, just for an excuse to take another shower with her. "Yeah, I can’t wait for us to try." Whatever song she wanted to play, he would either find or come up with a keyboard rendition of it. "Whatever you want." When they got back New Orleans, he had plans to stat and compose a song for her, something special. He had a melody in his head, he just had to get it down in notes. "You will." He smiled, kissing her nose lightly. "Of course I would. I have no shame at all for being madly in love with you. Nothing could ever make me want to hide it." It really meant the world to him that she wanted to get married in that church. It was extremely special to him. If that’s truly what she wanted, then he would help to pay for Clopin and the others to come out for the wedding. "You’re perfect, you know that?"
Thomas grinned into the magical blonde curls, noticing Rapunzel’s voice get louder. She must have had the same idea as him - wanting to stick it to Janice. “Oh shucks.” He said, not being able to stop with the smiles. “Oh, you’re one of those types?” Michael said, shaking his head. “I’m jealous. I get hangovers all the time. They aren’t pretty.” Thomas nodded in agreement with his friend. Hangovers are the worst. If Rebecca was here right now, things would feel like what they should have been. His two best friends and his girl. He’d trade in Janice’s presence for Rebecca’s any day. “I know you would have. She took care of me when I was drunk on my birthday, even though I got grumpy over oatmeal.” He chuckled. He had no problem sharing some of his own embarrassing moments with his friends, just not the big ones. The two men laughed as she talked about roosters. “Nope, but I have a big one.” “Oi, girlfriend here.” Thomas protested Michael’s joke, which made the short haired man laugh even harder. “And it will be the best Sunday roast ever. Even Summer is going to love it.” He leaned down, and kissed the top of Summer’s bump, proving to both Michael and Janice how much he loved his little girl.
“You are tough.” Thomas said, grinning at her growl. It was tough to take it seriously when she looked so adorable. He loved that about her. And it made him feel like more of a protector over her because really, no one would feel threatened. They should be though - that guy at the pub last night got kicked in the groin because she was tough. “That means a lot to me. It really does.” Though he tried not to think of ‘what ifs’, he really wished that they could have met earlier in life. She would have saved him a lot of heartbreak and pain, and Janice would never have set foot in his bedroom. He wasn’t letting Rapunzel leave, he was going to continue to kiss her until he couldn’t breathe. Though it may have started of sweet, it didn’t continue on that way. His tongue started to play with her own and his hands went up and down her sides, showing signs of the sexual frustration he’s felt since they left the cottage.
"I am not kidding, nope! Better than Michelangelo?" Rapunzel asked with a little eyebrow raise, her cheeks rising to a light blush while looking at the grass beneath them sheepishly before meeting his kind eyes. "That’s sweet of you to say. I really did have to practice at it, though! I had to work at it." In her days of isolation, she wasn’t sure to do. The first time she had colored a whole coloring book, she knew that she wanted to continue on with it until it became a talent. She couldn’t wait until she could buy more canvas’s and more paints to paint pictures for Thomas. More portraits of him and definitely places they have been to. He was her muse, after all. All of her paintings since she has met him, all had something to do with her beloved. "I’ll teach you how to draw the perfect circle! It’s easy once you get the hang of it." It was going to be a lot of fun to teach him. She knew that with the right practice, he would be able to draw a circle perfectly. He could do anything he set his mind to, she sincerely believed that. "Doesn’t it? We can even try a black canvas with neon colors! I think that would look very pretty. We can mix two colors together too, even three! We’ll make our own colors!" She envisioned the two getting in some sort of paint fight and taking a hot shower afterwards while helping the other get the paint out of their hair. Dreamily, she sighed with a little lopsided grin. "It’s going to be very lovely! I wonder, what instrument do you think Summer would play?" She had the opportunity to play guitar and piano, but she wondered if their daughter would go for something else. "I would really love that! If we can find a music store here, I could ask to play one of their guitars. If you would like to hear me play, of course." It was his vacation, he had all of the power. A light giggle escaped as he pressed a kiss to her button nose. "I’m glad! I don’t have shame loving you either. I want to shout it out to the world that I love you!" Although that wasn’t possible, she would find a way by shouting it out to all the places they have been thus far in their relationship. "Well, thank you! I do appreciate that! I think you are the perfect one, though! It’s really sweet that you’ve been wanting to get married where your parents got married, it makes me love you all the more."
Rapunzel couldn’t stop blushing at the attention that Thomas gave her while his best friend and ex girlfriend were in the room. He was so sweet. Smiling, she pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek with a little giggle. Any opportunity she had to kiss him, she would take it. Any opportunity she had to hold his hand, she would take it. All she wanted to do was whisk Thomas away to the cottage to make love to him. “I’ve only been drunk once! It was some sort of funny juice? I don’t know what it was called, but it was really sweet.” She wouldn’t ever be into the hard liquor. “They don’t seem like it!” That was something she didn’t really want to experience for once. A light giggle escaped as she reminisced his birthday - it was truly a wonderful day. “You remind me of Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street! You’re so cute when you’re grumpy! I thought that something bad was going to happen, so I wanted to make sure that you were all right.” She was afraid that he would burn himself with the hot water. At Michael’s words, she shook her head as her coils followed with the motions then hid her face in the crook of his neck. “I only want to see your willy, darling,” she spoke with a whisper. Her face came unhidden as he pressed a kiss to her swollen stomach - such a sweet gesture! It made her blush and giggle; however, her glance met Janice’s and she suddenly felt a little awkward. “Summer is going to love it! I know that she will! Your mother is a wonderful cook, I bet and I’m sure that your mother makes wonderful ice cream, Michael!”
Giggling, Rapunzel lifted up her arm and flexed her tiny muscles. “I’m so tough! Grr! I’m like the incredible hulk, except I’m a girl! Fear me!” She tried to keep up with the facade of being tough, but it didn’t work for much longer since it was broken with a fit of giggles. It wasn’t hard to pretend that she was tough, but she wondered if Thomas believed that she was. To be truthful, when she kicked the man in the groin at the bar she didn’t know what got into her. Once she saw someone go after her boyfriend, a protective instinct was released and she knew that she would protect him throughout anything. “It means a lot to me that there’s a beautiful woman in there, but you keep looking at me,” she spoke, blushing a light crimson. His hands trailed her sides, causing her to place her hands in between his coils as his tongue went inside her mouth to play with her own. They danced a dance that was love and lust combined - she could fully taste him, which caused her to pour a moan into the passionate kiss. Lifting her leg, it graced his and her baby blue’s fluttered shut as she let her emotions have complete control over herself.
A sliver of silver moon shown brightly in a sea of dimly lit stars. The autumn leaves fell quietly to the ground around the porch set table Belle was seated at right outside the bookshop. Her nose was deep in her most current book. The words played like a movie reel inside her head. Living the adventure. She was at peace, and every so often would escape the ongoing film to glance around her. Her vision switched back to a sight of reality. Sidewalks lined with more fallen leaves and lit by strung up Christmas lights between lamp posts that seemed to correspond the seasons color scheme. People laughing in the windows of the bars and restaurants, others dancing to the ear ringing bass music in the clubs. Belle was in the background of the nightlife, just the way she liked it. Her attention turned back to the book, now that she was assured she was still by herself when a shadow stretched across table. “Hello.” Belle said a bit curious as to why the girl was standing beside her. “Is everything alright?” She asked, thinking she might just be a lost party goer.
Before leaving the apartment, Rapunzel assured Thomas that she was going to be alright to walk at night. She wanted to buy a book of love sonnets so they could recite them to one another. A dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she placed her hands in her pockets while walking down the street. The night was quite chill and she made sure to put on a knit maroon sweater before she left. There were twinkling lights everywhere that shone as bright as the stars and the moon in the sky, smiling as she spun around in a daydream. It was never a wrong time to dance, she always thought. Seeing a book tittle out of the corner of her eye, she walked towards the table with ease. The woman had such soft and kind features, someone who could easily be trusted it had seemed. Kindly smiling, she stood beside the table to see what she was reading. It had her quite curious. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t frighten you, did I?” She was unsure of what to do, so she stuck out her hand for the brunette woman to shake. “I was trying to see what you were reading. The cover looked familiar to me.”
"Yup! I prefer brown and green. Like the ground!" Benny said with a large grin. No matter what body she was in, Bunny would be chatty, even when trying to act like a boy. "Oh, yes, Bunny is my - cousin! Can you tell! We’re a lot alike." She made a mental note to herself to remember that she had a cousin named Benny if the conversation ever came up. "We’re like two sticks in a bundle!" Bunny didn’t think that she had ever told Rapunzel that she didn’t have a cousin named Benny and hoped that this would work out. "I’m sure that you two are going to be great parents! You talk about her like you love her and that’s important. And you’re giving her a cool name - that’s important too." He nodded, as if he were an expert on what he was talking about. "If I buy a box, I can give you a monkey one! They’re good but I’d rather let my friends have the ones that they like. You’ve seen one at the zoo? I prefer petting zoos, there’s no lions there. They’d bite my hand off. I wouldn’t like that at all. I need my hand to tie my shoes and wind my watch and eat big slices of watermelon."
"Oh, I see. Those are pretty colors! I do like forest green. I wasn’t a big fan of it before, but it’s grown on me." The color wasn’t her favorite previously, but Thomas made it grow on her. Pink was still her favorite color, though. "Yeah, I can tell. You guys even look a like too. Where has Bunny been anyway? I haven’t seen her in awhile! Is she alright?" Rapunzel knew that she was a witch, but didn’t see her at the meeting for coven. It concerned her a little, she wanted her dear friend to stay safe. "Yeah, you guys are similar. I can tell that you both are related to one another." Even their names sounded alike. "Thank you. That means a lot. I’ll tell Thomas that you said that, he’ll appreciate it. I know that he will!" A little smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you. Her full name is Summer Jolie Flowers Savage. It’s quite a mouthful, I know." It was a lovely name to her, she had to add his last name. "Thanks! That’s really sweet! I’ve never been to the petting zoo, but I’ve been to the regular zoo. I met a horse - I named him Maximus. He was a really nice horse too! I loved him a lot. Yeah, hands are definitely useful. I wouldn’t want to lose mine either, but a lion wouldn’t bite your hands off at the zoo. They’re in a cage, as sad as that sounds."