"But isn't it supposed to turn brown when it's cut?" Eugene frowned. "That's what happened with the whole--" he mimed his cutting of Rapunzel's hair with a mirror shard "--thing."
He knew it had worked that way before. Eugene had been so weak he could barely hold his eyes open at that point, but he'd heard it. He'd heard Rapunzel's mother age, then fall out the window, and then...nothing. And then Rapunzel was there, trying to heal him without her magic hair-powers, and...yes.
Eugene was quite sure that was how it was supposed to work.
Rapunzel was rambling again. He thought it was adorable, the way she did that...but he was getting a headache. The ground still pitched and rolled with every step they took, and another one of those horseless carriages was driving past them (though this one, thankfully, didn't explode).
"We'll just chalk it up to this place," he said pragmatically, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. And then: "...Can we find a place to sit down?"
no subject
He knew it had worked that way before. Eugene had been so weak he could barely hold his eyes open at that point, but he'd heard it. He'd heard Rapunzel's mother age, then fall out the window, and then...nothing. And then Rapunzel was there, trying to heal him without her magic hair-powers, and...yes.
Eugene was quite sure that was how it was supposed to work.
Rapunzel was rambling again. He thought it was adorable, the way she did that...but he was getting a headache. The ground still pitched and rolled with every step they took, and another one of those horseless carriages was driving past them (though this one, thankfully, didn't explode).
"We'll just chalk it up to this place," he said pragmatically, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. And then: "...Can we find a place to sit down?"