5 for the writing game with New Dream 🥰
Katie you are asking for angst with this one 😂
Physical One-Liners Part II prompts
5. “Should I comb your hair for you?” with New Dream
Rapunzel was working at a particularly large knot in her hair. Despite being cropped to her chin, the tangles were still dreadful.
Eugene popped his head in the door and saw Rapunzel trying to brush the knot out at her vanity.
He chuckled, "need some help Sunshine? Should I comb your hair for you?"
Her eyes widened to saucers and the brush fell from her grip. Rapunzel stood too abruptly, knocking into the vanity and jostling the little glass bottles of perfumes and makeup on it. She turned around to face Eugene and shook her head profusely.
"N-no," she said.
"Sunshine?" Eugene was alarmed. Sure he was very particular about his own hair, of course, but this reaction was strange, even for him. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No-- just leave me alone, Eugene. I can brush my own hair."
"Rapunzel, if I did something wrong, I want to know."
She plopped back down on the cushioned bench and buried her face in her hands. Her breath hitched a little and her voice was almost too soft to hear.
"Gothel always brushed my hair."
Eugene kneeled down in front of her and braced his hands on her thighs.
"Sweetheart, I would never hurt you."
Rapunzel leaned forward and dropped her head against Eugene's shoulder. "I know," she whispered. "But she's the only other person who has ever brushed my hair. I won't even let the maids do it. I guess I just feel like I always had no power when Gothel did it. Because she would sing or make me sing and then I had no control. But if I brushed my own hair, I still had control! I know that doesn't make sense--"
"It makes perfect sense." Eugene wrapped his arms around Rapunzel, wishing not for the first time that he could go back in time and save her from the abuse Gothel had put her through.
"So you aren't mad?" She looked up at him with shiny eyes and red cheeks.
"Of course not, Sunshine. What Gothel did to you is not your fault and I completely understand why you need control over your own hair. I could never be mad at you for that." He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss before drying her eyes with his thumbs.
"Eugene?" Rapunzel asked softly.
"Hmm?"
"Maybe you could help me comb my hair?" She picked up her brush where it had fallen on the floor and offered it out to him. Maybe it would help her work through her trauma, and Eugene was honored to be the one she wanted to help.
"I would be honored to, Sunshine."











