Lost || Pocahontas & Flynn
Pocahontas walked fuming towards the palace in Corona. She could not believe he had seriously done it this time around. What's worse, she knew he had left those ways, so this was clearly only to infuriate her.
"Get me Rider." She demanded to one of the guards, as a butler tried to get her to sit down and accept a cup of tea. The following minutes were infinite to her; her hand kept going up to grasp what wasn't there anymore. When she finally sensed him approaching, her head jerked into his direction. "You think you're so clever just because you're Flynn Rider, don't you? You have got some nerve!" She exclaimed. "Give it back. Now."
It was no surprise to anyone that she was this mad, her whole demeanour showed it. To the regular passerby, the young woman looked ready to strangle the ex-thief. However, a small part of her felt some kind of relief in knowing he had it and that it wasn't really lost. She felt complete.













