His touch, light as it was, made her whimper, the fabric on her skin, and her hair being pulled out of her hands almost makes her blind all over again, with pain.
He seemed nice.
He was asking if she was all right.
Maybe keeping her secret wasn't quite so important anymore.
"Flower gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse-"
Rapunzel wasn't wrapped in her hair, and she had enough injuries that she'd have to do that sooner or later, but for now she almost didn't care, anything that took some of the hurt away. Her hair was pressed against her hands and arms and chest and that was a beginning. Her wrist hurt when she moved it, her skin felt raw, and tight, and every touch was like a brand all over again. Her hair, and the sunlight in it, got warm - almost hot - as light began to run down it like water, but it didn't hurt. It was as though it might, until it didn't. Until nothing it touched hurt anymore.
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He seemed nice.
He was asking if she was all right.
Maybe keeping her secret wasn't quite so important anymore.
"Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse-"
Rapunzel wasn't wrapped in her hair, and she had enough injuries that she'd have to do that sooner or later, but for now she almost didn't care, anything that took some of the hurt away. Her hair was pressed against her hands and arms and chest and that was a beginning. Her wrist hurt when she moved it, her skin felt raw, and tight, and every touch was like a brand all over again. Her hair, and the sunlight in it, got warm - almost hot - as light began to run down it like water, but it didn't hurt. It was as though it might, until it didn't. Until nothing it touched hurt anymore.