[ Rapunzel doesn't know why it scares her so badly - what he says. These days if she has any idea why things touch her the way they do, she considers herself ten steps ahead and lucky on a good day. What she does know is that she needs to say something, wants to promise him the same -- or barring anything so potentially dangerous - indeed, she's aware of it too - as a candid declaration like that, to at least ask him to stand still. Every time he moves - coming closer or moving them farther apart, it doesn't matter - her heart throws itself against her chest like something caged.
( There's also this: at first she can't quite identify what she feels when he releases her a second time; it's that furious heart of hers, plummeting, that indicates disappointment rising fast like bile at the back of her throat. )
But what ultimately decides her answer has little to do with the extraordinary power he seems, without cause or warning, to have gained over her. No. It's that he knows what those words mean to her. He knows.
And suddenly she's lost, terrified of the honesty in his voice and the finality in a gesture like I promise— ]
Don't say that. Please don't say that. Pascal used to say that. Auto-Responder and Diva told me the exact same thing and now—
2/3 okay screw it let me just redo these, doo be doo...
( There's also this: at first she can't quite identify what she feels when he releases her a second time; it's that furious heart of hers, plummeting, that indicates disappointment rising fast like bile at the back of her throat. )
But what ultimately decides her answer has little to do with the extraordinary power he seems, without cause or warning, to have gained over her. No. It's that he knows what those words mean to her. He knows.
And suddenly she's lost, terrified of the honesty in his voice and the finality in a gesture like I promise— ]
Don't say that. Please don't say that. Pascal used to say that. Auto-Responder and Diva told me the exact same thing and now—
[ Now they're gone. ]