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paradisalogs2012-10-11 05:30 pm
thehangedrose) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-11 05:30 pm
I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side
Who: Garry and Rapunzel
What: Hanging out after the unspeakable horrors of the Nightmare Plot.
When: Right after this conversation!
Where: Garry's room.
Rating: PG to be safe?
She was coming.
She was coming, here, to his room, and for the first time since those days, a real feeling of happiness sprung up in Garry's heart. That nightmare he had been trapped in was way too horrible to talk about- he would have to make a post to apologize to anyone who went through that. Even though it wasn't him, he still felt...responsible, somehow. As if that thing that was parading around with his face was just an incarnation of the turmoil that had been going on in his heart for a long time.
But Rapunzel didn't know. She hadn't seen his dream, and he could forget about it for the time being. He kicks a stray spool of thread under the bed (one of the corners of his room was reserved mostly for his experiments in fashion and was filled with fabric and ribbon and god knows what else), and looks at the door, just willing for it to be opened.
Right now, she was the person he most wanted to see. Because around her, he knew that everything would be alright.
What: Hanging out after the unspeakable horrors of the Nightmare Plot.
When: Right after this conversation!
Where: Garry's room.
Rating: PG to be safe?
She was coming.
She was coming, here, to his room, and for the first time since those days, a real feeling of happiness sprung up in Garry's heart. That nightmare he had been trapped in was way too horrible to talk about- he would have to make a post to apologize to anyone who went through that. Even though it wasn't him, he still felt...responsible, somehow. As if that thing that was parading around with his face was just an incarnation of the turmoil that had been going on in his heart for a long time.
But Rapunzel didn't know. She hadn't seen his dream, and he could forget about it for the time being. He kicks a stray spool of thread under the bed (one of the corners of his room was reserved mostly for his experiments in fashion and was filled with fabric and ribbon and god knows what else), and looks at the door, just willing for it to be opened.
Right now, she was the person he most wanted to see. Because around her, he knew that everything would be alright.