From Your Tower ➛ OUAT

Chapter 4

Rapunzel laughs at this. "I have had a lifetime of time to think of it."

"The inside of your mind must be a terrible place."

"It must be." whispers she. "Are you saying your mind is any better?"

"No." Peter says without hesitation. "That is why we always manage to find something to talk of."

"Because we both have demented minds?"

Peter laughs. Rapunzel found herself enjoying the sound that his laugh made. It's a rare thing, she knows this already. Maybe that's why she enjoyed it so much when it came. "Because we both see the world how it really is."

"But you are so young too, how is it possible for you?"

He just shrugs and says quietly: "I am older than I look."

"How old are you then, Peter Pan?" She smirks at him, turning to walk backwards so she can look into his eyes, yet he still manages to not give her eye contact.

"You are going to run into something," He warns her.

"Well, tell me if I am." Rapunzel smiles at him. It is not much of a smile he gave her back, but it was something nonetheless. It was progress she was making with him. There was a wall put up around him, and she was working on breaking it down. "Tell me something."

He rolls his eyes, but he still has a smile on his lips. "Like what?"

"I don't know." She giggles. She was enjoying the way of playfulness with Peter Pan. "Anything. Say the first thing that comes to your mind."

"Tree." He tells her.

"What?"

Seconds later, her back rams into something solid. She turns around and sees it is, in fact, a tree. Peter apparently found it hilarious, for he laughed so hard tears began to fall down his eyes.

"I'm glad you find that funny!" She jokingly slaps his arm lightly. He feigns hurt and holds onto it where she had slapped, looking at her in mock horror.

"You told me to tell you if you were to run into something!"

"Not two seconds before I do, you ninny!" His laughter slows down finally to a big grin. "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook. Tell me something."

"I did! I told you what same to my mind, which was that there was a tree behind you."

She rolls her eyes at him. "Let me paraphrase that for you. Say something that is in your mind that you find yourself thinking of a lot."

"Why would you want a inside look at the darkness that plagues my head?"

"Because you interest me, Peter Pan." She stops and forces him to stop along with her. He doesn't make eye contact with her, as she knew would happen. "Is it so strange for someone to want to know more about you?"

"It is, actually," Peter admits. "The lost boys usually are secluded, they never ask anything personal because they know I wouldn't want them to."

"And is there anyone else on this land that would actually care?"

"There are others," he says, looking into her blue eyes for a split second then looking away once again. "But everyone has their own troubles. It is a seldom amount of times that a person is actually sincere and actually wonders what is wrong. Usually they ask to be able to speak of theirs with the person."

"Cruel world." Rapunzel snorts, watching his lips in a tight line.

"Cruel world indeed."

It is silent for a few seconds, before Rapunzel coughs into the silence and she begins to walk once again, Peter following up next to her.

"I feel terrible," She admits to him. "My mother probably worries for me."

"Anyone who makes you feel terrible does not deserve your consent." Peter simply says.

Rapunzel does not know what to say to this. He was right, yet it didn't make her feel any better. She can basically imagine her mother standing at the bottom of her tower's window.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. So that I may climb the golden stair." Mother would yell. There would be no answer, so she would call it again.

Her mother's eyes would widen, so she would somehow get in the tower. Secret pasage way, Rapunzel assumes. She would search around the house screaming, "Rapunzel!", until realizing that she will not get an answer since her daughter is no longer there.

She would cry. Rapunzel does not know how long she will cry, but soon the sadness will turn into madness. She would run out of the tower, going anywhere she can to figure out what had happened to her daughter. But she will never find her.

"I'm sorry." Rapunzel whispers to Peter, wiping a tear away. "This is the second day we met, I shouldn't be crying in front of you."

"Don't be afraid to show you have compassion, Rapunzel. Some people do not get to."

"Everyone should be able to." She says, hoping that he will get the words were directed towards him. "Everyone should be able to have someone to talk to. Having thoughts and hurt all cooped up inside of you without anyone to speak of with it will only make you more lost."

"Who says I am lost?" He asks, almost interested in what she has to say.

"Says me. It takes someone who is lost to know someone else."

Peter did not answer after that. She knew that she is hitting high ground here, and she also knows she cannot go so far with her questioning before he completely stops talking to her. No, she knows Peter Pan well from looking at him. She knows that she has to slowly ease her way into his heart to be able to help him.

He would be hard to crack. The wall he's put up around himself, it is so thick and his been up for so long that it is beginning to become immortal.

But nothing lasts forever.

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So... Robbie Kay tweeted me last night.... I screamed and woke up my entire family.... Totally worth it.

(The gif is really hot too)

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