part of a multifandom 5+1 from a few years ago
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Rapunzel didn't have any scars. Whenever she was hurt, she'd quickly heal them away. The same goes with anything and everything that ever entered her tower (that is to say, not very much).
But not all scars were physical.
The first few weeks — nay, months — she had nightmares of that day. Her brown hair strewn across the room, Eugene's lifeless body in her arms, and that old woman aging a hundred years and turning to dust in front of her very own eyes.
When she finally got the courage to spill the entire, truthful story to the king and queen, they were mortified. They quickly engulfed her in a loving hug, even bringing Eugene into it like the first day they met.
That night, she finally slept peacefully.
* 128 words (March 12, 2022)
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