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â   â   â     BLOOD  BOILS  WITHIN  HER  VEINS ,   white hot anger sparking about the opal embedded over her chest.  even the air between her fingers crackles menacingly  ââ  UNCONTROLLABLY.  always that lack of control ,  no matter how hard she reaches for it.  she doesnât want a reunion like this ,  NOR ANY REUNION.  not with her.  a woman she barely knows ,  yet recognizes all the same.  the same head of thick ,  dark curls.  the same piercing eyes.  the same condescending look cassandra feels sheâs seen her whole life ,  calling to her deepest SUBCONSCIOUS no matter who the eyes truly belonged to.  the scene of that night still wedges itself firmly at the forefront of her mind ,  holes pierced in her innermost defenses.  leaving them RAW AND BLEEDING.  the opal only responds in kind ,  electricity loud over the rush of blood in her ears ,  over the way her breath comes in sharp pants.
â  is this the part where you pretend you care ?  â   cassandra snaps ,  venom dripping from pink lips.  brows crease hard ,  narrowing her gaze into angry slits.  her body feels so WEAK.  at this point ,  she cannot tell whether itâs the adrenaline fueled rage ,  or her body has simply edged dangerously toward collapse from countless hours grasping at her newfound powers.  nevertheless ,  cassandra clenches her fists hard.  her left finds the nearest rock and drags herself up.  it feels ice cold within her palms ,  yet the heat within her remains.    â  youâreâ  YOUâRE DEAD.  itâs not like youâre real anyway.  â   gothel canât be anything but a figment of her imagination.  stress and anger and HURT given form.
*    MEME  :   ACCEPTING . â¶Â    @safewithmeâ  *    âŸ
âPretend to care, pretend to be real, pretend to be dead---â Gothelâs bright emerald eyes begin to dull from their ethereal glow, like the incantation has reached its close. âDarling, all of life is pretend!â Her arms splay as if she is opening a door or curtain, her feet rooted in the ground like a treeâs trunk, knees locked just so. Strength is important to both of them. Itâs important that Gothel make her point, even if sheâs not really here to make it.
âPretend to be beautiful, pretend to be strong, pretend to be young, pretend to be wise....â Gothel drones onward. She could make a million examples out of the both of them---and life really has, as it does for all witches, all women who are not fit to be Princesses, who do not want to be trapped in the life of a sidekick or pet lizard.
âIt doesnât matter---what we try to be, or what we want to be. People like us, my dear. Weâre not meant for the starring roles.â Hopefully speaking in her daughterâs own language will get through to her---âwaiting in the wingsâ indeed.Â
âYouâre no more meant to be the hero than you are the villain---and we both know you donât want to do this. So why pretend? Just be yourself. That sweet, little girl that used to cuddle with me to sleep---Thatâs what you want. Thatâs what Rapunzel wants. Is it really all so hard as youâre making it out to be, my sweet little gemstone?â











