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WHO: Demyx and Rapunzel
WHAT: Demyx needs a mural painted in his new apartment to liven it up a little. Because he can.
WHEN: March 1st
WHERE: Genessia
WARNINGS: None whatsoever. Might even be cute.

As promised, Demyx got in touch once he'd settled in his new bachelor apartment. There was nothing terribly exciting about it, everything was white, just like he was familiar with. He'd gotten a white bed, but went a little fun and got blue bedding. The walls were white, the carpet was white...everything else was as sterile as ever. The only change was that he had his sitar propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, simply because he could.

All in all, it reminded him of home. He wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing, but that was just how it was. He hadn't bothered to get anything for the kitchen yet either, so it all looked so plain. What he had done was pick out the wall he wanted Rapunzel to paint on.

When she knocked at the door, he got up and answered, still in full uniform of course. Old habits died hard.

"Are you Rapunzel?"

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Great to meet you!

[He couldn't help but stare at her hair.]

Wow. Your hair is amazing. Could I play with it?

[Boundaries? What were those?]

[That's a normal thing she's noticed. She know he doesn't mean any harm, but she's also very hesitant when it comes to her hair. She sort of hugged part of it without realizing it.]

O-oh uhm... Thank you. I.. It's special so...

I guess it would be if it's that long! [Also she was hugging it.] I guess you treasure it. Never mind.

[He waved his hand, fortunately he couldn't be offended. He stepped aside and let her in properly.]

I've picked out a wall, tell me what you think.

[Walking inside, she let go of the hair, laughing nervously.]

Oh uhm.. Sorry about that. It's just... my "mother" kept telling me that people would use my hair for their own gain so I... I've been really protective of my hair.

[She almost forgot that she had her paint case with her. She had to get some while she was here, but it was a start at least.]

Yeah, that should work! You said you'd want a beach or something like it?

Well I mean, if by my gain you mean I'd get to sit here awhile and play with it, weave things into it maybe, then yeah, that'd be my gain. It would probably be very relaxing. I don't know what gain I'd have otherwise.

[He gestures at the empty wall, he can see it from his bed. It's a small room and that's all he has after all, so he'll spend a lot of time sitting there or sleeping there.]

This wall would be best. I'd love a beach. It's been a long time since I've been to one, and I really like the water.

Well uhm... as long as you don't cut it, I'll be okay with that. It might be easier to get around while braided anyways.

[She's okay with that.]

Sure! I can do that! But first.... I have a present for you, if you'd like to call it that..

[Setting down her paint box, she opened it up to produce a brush, still in the wrapping from the store. Holding it out to him with a smile...]

I thought it would be fun if you painted with me.

[His mood seemed to brighten all around.]

A present? For me? [In all of this life for what it was, he'd never received anything before. He took the brush gingerly.] I'm up for it if you can teach me.

[He was grinning.]

Does that mean you'll let me braid it?

Mhm! We talked about it before, so I figured this was the perfect time to do so.

Sure, I guess that would be okay.

This will be great then!

[He moved her kit out of the way.]

Take a seat then, and I'll sit behind you. The only weapon I have is my sitar. [He pointed.] And it's over there.

[Taking a seat, she sat down to move her hair behind her to let him braid it.]

Speaking of hair, I like yours too.

Hey thanks! Me too! Takes me a little while to get just right, but I like it this way. Sometimes my hood ruins it a little, but I can just fix that with a bit of gel.

[Deftly he started running his fingers through the silky strands. Naturally he'd be talented with fine motor movements, after all he was a musician.]

How long does it take you? Probably not as long as it takes me to brush mine.

[And while he's doing that, he might notice that short piece of randomly brown hair as he's doing that.]

No, this must take at least an hour to brush. My hair takes me about fifteen minutes. Twenty if it's humid or something and I can't get it to stay up.

[He does notice the strand but doesn't comment, simply tucking it in with the rest.]

Did you ever cut your hair at all? You must not have.

Brushing it is half the battle.

[She's serious yet there's a playful tone to her voice.]

No, I haven't personally but... I really can't. Once my hair is cut, it loses it's power. I'm sure you've seen it by now, but I have a strand of hair that was cut when I was a baby, but since then it's lost it's power.

Besides, it comes in handy. It's actually a lot of fun to use it in other ways. I can grab certain things with it and move around with it. In fact, back home I used to use it to get around the tower or the higher places of the tower to paint.

Magic hair power and swinging around a tower? Awfully athletic for a princess. Here I thought princesses were all about sitting around, marrying princes and being fed off silver platters.

[He was careful not to pull too much as he began braiding properly.]

Can I ask what kind of power your hair has?

[She couldn't help that small chuckle.]

To be fair, I didn't even know I was a princess until I met Eugene. My "mother" decided to leave that out and feed me lies.

[And even though she's in a somewhat pleasant mood, she can't help that ting of distaste as she spoke about her "mother".]

It's a little... strange but... When I sing a certain song, I can heal people with it.

Most people don't like lies, but a lot of people do it.

[Demyx had to scoot back a bit to keep braiding.]

That's by far not the weirdest thing I ever heard. Healing is pretty useful though. You'd save a ton of munny on potions in that case.

I was in that tower for 18 years and then I... once I met Eugene I... I had to see the lights for myself. I knew it would kill her to know I'd disobeyed her but... I don't regret it. Because of that, I was able to learn so much more about the world around me and I learned that all those things she told me about the world being dangerous... weren't really all that true.

I mean... We did run into dangers of course, but none like she'd insisted that I would run into. In the end, I didn't really mean much to her.

I'm not really sure what munny or potions are, but I guess that doesn't really mean much. I didn't even know what a tiara was at first.

[You know.. The time she thought it was maybe something you put on your arm or... What even....?]

What lights do you mean?

[His hands froze a moment while she talked about dangers and he shook his head behind her.]

The world...all of them, are incredibly dangerous. You can't hide though, that would be too boring. A princess that swings around a tower should be able to handle the world around her.

[He hummed a little tune as he continued.]

Sorry. Munny is currency. The coins I use to get potions from the store and potions are how we heal ourselves in my world.

Well... Every year on my birthday, I saw these... lights... from my tower. And they always happened, only on my birthday. I've wanted to go see them in person for so long, but mother always insisted that it was too dangerous. She also tried to insist that they were only stars but... I charted them, so that can't be it.

It wasn't until I met Eugene that I found out that they were lanterns. Every year they'd light them in the memory of the lost princess. I just... didn't fit all the pieces together until mother found me again and I went back home to the tower.

Oh, okay. I get it. I don't really have much experience with currency, either..

Lanterns? Sounds kind of amazing actually.

[He scooted back again carefully.]

I never thought about how people would react if someone just disappeared. I guess they'd notice. It was probably a sad thing right?

I wonder what people do when others disappear.

It was beautiful. I was finally able to see them for myself.

[And what he said is curious to her.]

Of course they'd be sad. Some people might think that if they disappeared nobody would care, but the truth is there is always somebody who cares and it sort of ends up like a chain affect from there.

[And then she paused for a moment, thinking over what she was going to say.]

Uhm.. If it's not intruding on something personal, can I ask you something?

Sounds like it might be beautiful.

[He listened quietly to what she said, his hands not stopping. He'd just never given it much thought, after all he wasn't meant to exist. He had, once.]

You can ask. I'll answer if I can.

I guess it's not really a question as much of a statement but...

You don't sound like you're used to feeling emotions like that. I mean... that sounds weird but I can't really word it better.

[There's a bit of pressure on her hair as he stopped and leaned forward a bit. He laughed a little. It sounded nervous but really, he wasn't.]

Guess I shouldn't have asked that, huh?

[He was supposed to be good at this sort of thing. Demyx was almost finished however, he finished pulling the loose strands into the braid and tied it off carefully.]

I'm not used to it at all. I can't.

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