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deernet2022-04-03 12:22 pm
prodigalhairess) wrote in deernet2022-04-03 12:22 pm
Video | un: SunshinePrincess
[When the video flicks on, Rapunzel... isn't staring at it at all. She's huddled on the windowsill in her room, knees pulled close to her chest and her cheek resting against the cool glass of the window. She's staring outside, into the now-constant night, her eyes locked on the moon hanging above.
She seems... defeated. Anyone who's met Rapunzel before, even in the terrible jungle they escaped last month, would know that she's a constant beam of bright and vibrant energy. Rarely does Rapunzel's smile leave her face, and rarely does that aura of unending optimism leave her. But now, that bright and vibrant look to her is gone; her shoulders sag, and her expression as she gazes at the moon is akin to a painful yearning bordering on heartbreak.]
The people who disappear... [She's seen some folks talk about that, the past few days. One man had said someone he lost "returned to the sea", so Rapunzel can put the pieces together in her head.] They turn into those squid things again, right? And they just... go back to the water?
[She's not sure if she believes that. She has no reason not to, of course, but Rapunzel is still holding onto some shred of hope that she can one day see Corona again. Maybe if they disappear, they really go home, and it only looks like they turn into squids again?]
What happens to them after that? Can they still, y'know... think and feel? Do they still have their memories? Are they still them?
[There's a long pause. Rapunzel's hands grip tight into the fabric of her skirt, and a soft squeak can be heard; Pascal, her ever-present chameleon friend, uncurls himself from his spot on her shoulder so he can snuggle up against her neck, just under her ear. It's the only form of comfort such a little creature can provide for her, but he still tries.]
Can they be... happy like that, even if they weren't happy before?
She seems... defeated. Anyone who's met Rapunzel before, even in the terrible jungle they escaped last month, would know that she's a constant beam of bright and vibrant energy. Rarely does Rapunzel's smile leave her face, and rarely does that aura of unending optimism leave her. But now, that bright and vibrant look to her is gone; her shoulders sag, and her expression as she gazes at the moon is akin to a painful yearning bordering on heartbreak.]
The people who disappear... [She's seen some folks talk about that, the past few days. One man had said someone he lost "returned to the sea", so Rapunzel can put the pieces together in her head.] They turn into those squid things again, right? And they just... go back to the water?
[She's not sure if she believes that. She has no reason not to, of course, but Rapunzel is still holding onto some shred of hope that she can one day see Corona again. Maybe if they disappear, they really go home, and it only looks like they turn into squids again?]
What happens to them after that? Can they still, y'know... think and feel? Do they still have their memories? Are they still them?
[There's a long pause. Rapunzel's hands grip tight into the fabric of her skirt, and a soft squeak can be heard; Pascal, her ever-present chameleon friend, uncurls himself from his spot on her shoulder so he can snuggle up against her neck, just under her ear. It's the only form of comfort such a little creature can provide for her, but he still tries.]
Can they be... happy like that, even if they weren't happy before?