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WHO: (name of all characters involved, please include whether the log is opened or closed to other players as well.)
LOCATION: Traverse town. Whatever little spot Flynn's managed to find to call home.
TIME: Backdated to September 14th
WHAT: Rapunzel and Flynn bond over
RATING: 9.5, 9.3, 9.7 and an 8.4 from the Ukrainian judge

[Flynn is having a bad night.

Now, his life had many a bad night in it. But this one, well, it definitely makes the top ten list. He isn't one to let dreams get to him, but these. These he can't shake at all. Everytime he closes his eyes, they're there. Waiting for him right where he left off.

He dreams of the orphanage. He dreams of every childhood fear coming to life and finding him. He dreams of small prison cells and a rope tight around his neck. He dreams of a certain young blonde, lying motionless and blank-eyed. He dreams of it being his fault.

All in all, dreaming sucks, and he is done with it. He's quit his place on the couch, the living room -- the bedroom in the tiny apartment he'd given to Rapunzel. Girls needed space. To be girly. And... well he doesn't know. He doesn't want to know.

So he quits the couch and flops himself down in a chair in the kitchen, dark circles under his eyes, chin propped in his hand, elbow against the table.]

Aaah... maybe if I had something stronger to drink.

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[She smiles and looks proud of herself for a moment there. However he said it, Rapunzel is right and Flynn is proved wrong.

And then she tilts her head to one side, curiosity quickly taking over.] What topic?

[He looks at her levelly, trying to seem at least a little put out that he's been schooled. But she's kind of adorable, so it's hard. Really.]

The hair. The reason it's long enough to carpet a sizable room with.

Oh... Oh. [Her gaze drops again, then turns toward Pascal, who merely shrugs.]

Uh... Well... It's kind of... complicated.

[He watches her look to the frog. Advice from the reptile. Huh.]

Yeah well, I sort of got that feeling. Hey, I've got time. And I'm smarter than I look, blondie.

[She smiles a little, tucking some hair back behind her ear.]

I've never thought that you didn't look smart.

[That has a grin stretching over his face, just a little bit smug.] Because I have that not-just-a-pretty-face sort of face?

[She taps a finger to her lips.]

Weelllll... You definitely don't look like you're not smart?

...thanks. [Ringing endorsement. In spite of this, he laughs just a little at this.]

So what you're saying is that I'm a clearly a genius.

What I'm saying is... that you're clearly not a not genius!

[She smiles sweetly with a shrug, obviously teasing.]

I... don't really have much to compare your face to, so...

Be still my heart. You're just full of compliments tonight, blondie. You're going to make me blush. [All the sarcasm. Flynn has it. But he also laughs a little and shakes his head.]

But we're getting off track here...

[She smiles, puffing her chest out a little in pride. Sarcasm or no, she's pleased that she's able to go toe-to-toe with Flynn. All things considered, that's seriously an accomplishment for her.]

Getting off track? From what?

[...is her blonde showing or is she dodging? Hmm? He gestures towards her.] The long, long, long flowing locks. That are "complicated" and about which we are now certain I am not not smart enough to understand.

[Forever a mystery, that part~]

[Her smile fades, just a little, as her gaze falls back into her lap and at the locks of hair that her fingers are still absently playing with.]

..Weeellll... If I tell you, you have to swear not to tell anyone. It's a pretty big secret, and it would kill Mother if she knew that I told you...

Hey... [Well. Now he's actually a little worried. Is it that big a deal? He reaches out to set one hand on top of hers.]

Look, Rapunzel. I'll never tell a soul. Cross my heart. [Which he does with his free hand.] Honest.

[She looks first at the hand he's laid over hers, blinking at it, then up at Flynn... and then she smiles a little. She believes him in spite of herself, so she nods in acknowledgement of his little oath.]

And... Promise you won't freak out?

[Always a terrible choice, to believe Flynn. But this time he genuinely means it.

He does pause though.] ...why would I freak out? [Wait.] But yeah, of course. I won't freak out.

[She turns her serious eyes on him, laying her other hand over his and giving it a small squeeze.]

Promise.

[It's a simple, earnest plea. She needs the reassurance, to hear it, regardless of whether or not she trusts him.]

[Flynn blinks a little at that, but he meets her gaze and turns serious himself.]

I promise.

... Okay.

[She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, bracing herself for this. She holds that breath for a second, figuring out the best way to explain this... ability of hers. Then she lets the breath out in a rush.]

I... I have magic hair that glows when I sing.

...I did not see that coming.

[At least he's not freaking out? But he looks at her curiously.] It glows when you sing. That's... that's really some party trick, blondie.

[She draws in another breath.]

That's... not all it can do.

It... heals injuries, and sicknesses, and... Mother says it's a gift that has to be protected.