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Rapunzel, having found the tallest tower winding its way up into the sky from the ubiquitous Mansion, sits at the high window, gazing disconsolately into the middle distance rather dreamily out to the world that shines beyond the framing window; the green, green lawns - somehow perfectly mown, though no one ever seems to do any gardening - the blue sky, the few trees, and the handful of people, wandering like queenless ants across the land.
She isn't expecting company, no - no witch has climbed her long tresses in many days, nor has any prince, for that matter - but, without a habit of having doors to shut, she has left this one open. Anyone finding themselves in the hall outside might easily step within.
[/puppet] In other words -- open post. wut. |
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(she sits, crosslegged like a child, on the floor of her tower, her velvet-sky lap full of paper things: birds and princes and trees and suns and stars and all sorts of shapes that have no bearing on real things at all, but are only shapes. Her lap may be full of the fragile rainbows, but her hands are full in wielding the too-large, rusty scissors. She is busy still at the task, or game, snipping and slicing away, filling the tower with scraps of paper like butterfly wings.)[/puppet] I shouldn't think it needs to be specified, but in case you're wondering-- open post, as they always are.
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Mama... I'm scared, mama. Please, I - I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, mama, please, I'm frightened, the sky is hard and there's something coming out of it like tears, and the windowsill is wet and when I lean out of my small window, my hair gets wet, also... I don't like the sounds that come with the sky's tears, either. They're loud and frightening and oh, mama, the worst, the worst yet, is the light, the sky's candle being lit and snuffed in half a second, so big and huge and then the sound again... I hate this, mama, I'm scared...!
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She is hiding, today, because the world is big, and it frightens her. Just today, though - most days, the size of the sky outside her window is tantalizing and beautiful, but today, it's too blue, too bright, too big. She's hiding under the blankets (there is actually a very nicely furnished room in her tower, with many lovely hairbrushes, combs, ribbons, and other hair accessories). ...Times like these, she rather wishes the window had a pane in it. |
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Oh... I had the strangest dream last night...! I was back in the tower, that horrid dreadful tower that Mother locked me in, that tower that was all the world to me save the small blue beyond my window, but it had grown taller, far taller, in my dream, and I had no hair to comb nor mirror at all but the world was a mirror and my eyes, my eyes could see through the walls though there was no window in this tower, no window at all with fair blue to tempt, to draw me out, to seduce and beguile, oh, that sky, that I longed so for, oh, if I cannot fly... Oh, dreams are... are very - very odd, very peculiar things, are they not?... |
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What a strange place! Ah, strange but beautiful! So many people, so many things, so much openness! 'Tis more, far more, than even I dreamed when gazing disconsolately into the middle distance from my tower window...
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somewhere, bells are ringing... | |
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