— Just a Chat || Flothel
Gothel smiled sweetly when Flynn consented to speaking with her. It made her task that much easier that she didn’t have to come up with some lie to get him into the office. Now she’d just have to hope he drank coffee, or that she could convince him to, It shouldn’t be too hard, she thought. He was one of those young men who looked like he had the occasional cup. Gothel only had it for appearances and for this particular undertaking, since caffeine could age you. With a final twist of her key, the door to her office was opened and she held the door for Flynn to step inside. Another smile plastered on her face and Gothel moved around to stand by her desk, one hand the desk and one on her hip.
“Well, I know you probably have places to be Flynn, but I… wanted to talk for just a minute.” Her expression was slightly pleading, but not so much so that he might think she was acting unlike herself or too suspicious. She paused, perhaps a little dramatically, before continuing.
“I know we haven’t really spoken to each other since your wedding, and even then it wasn’t very much. And well, I can’t help but feel a bit bad about that. It was Rapunzel’s happy day, and I shouldn’t have been so… cold.” Gothel looked at Flynn carefully to make sure he was still with her. “It occurred to me that I should make an effort to be a bit more… accepting, I suppose the word is.” Gothel chose this moment to look over at the coffee set-up on the table, as if it had only just occurred to her that she should make a drink. She walked over to the table and began making the coffee as she spoke.
“I know I haven’t been exactly the kindest or the most welcoming, Flynn. But it was hard for me. Imagine, washing up on a beach on some unknown island, and your only family is your daughter. You don’t know if you have any other family that didn’t make it, so you want to try your hardest to protect what you do have. Granted, I might not have gone about it in the best way, but…” Gothel let her sentence trail as she poured coffee into a mug for herself. She looked over her shoulder to Flynn, gauging his reaction to everything she had been saying. “But if it’s alright with you, Flynn, I might like to try starting over.” She poured the remaining coffee into another mug and began adding cream to both of them, then reached for the small purple vial and twisted it open, and poured a bit of the sugar-like substance into both mugs. Gothel held one out to Flynn with a small, hopeful smile that was at odds with her thoughts; she was sure he’d take the coffee, but that didn’t stop her from practically willing him with her mind to do so.
Something in the pit of his stomach was telling Eugene not to go with her. He didn’t know quite what it was, but the way she was smiling made him uneasy. For a second he nearly turned back and walked into his suite anyway, an apology resting on the tip of his tongue, along with the promise that they could have this chat another time, but it just seemed so silly. What had he to fear? It’s not like she could do anything terrible to him, and he was sure she wouldn’t anyway… Right? Oh, how very wrong he was.
Eugene followed her into the office, shutting the door behind him. He stood awkwardly in the doorway for a bit, not sure if he was supposed to sit down or not. He watched her carefully as she leaned against the desk, a pained expression on her face. He couldn’t help but be a bit taken aback at her words. He raised his eyebrows and blinked in surprise, not entirely sure he should believe everything he was hearing. He frowned a little, giving her a disbelieving look, but as she continued to speak, he couldn’t help but feel his expression, demeanor, and spirit soften. She really seemed quite sincere about everything she was saying, and even admitted to being wrong about locking Rapunzel up in the tower all that time, although she didn’t really come right out and say that exactly.
“Yeah, well…” he said, scratching the back of his head and taking a small step out of the doorway and into the room. ”I guess I haven’t been the most accepting person either. I guess I judged you pretty harshly for treating Rapunzel the way you did, keeping her locked up all that time and everything, and I didn’t really consider that you might’ve thought you were doing a good thing. I don’t really have anyone except her and my friends, so I guess I felt pretty protective of her too. And you know, I really am sorry we got off on the wrong foot.” He pursed his lips to the side and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. He opened his mouth to speak once again, but stopped when she turned around to hand him a mug of coffee. ”Oh uhh, thanks.” he said, accepting the mug. He supposed it would be rude not to drink it after she had gone to the trouble of making it for him, but he really didn’t have a whole lot of time to waste here. He glanced down at his watch. He supposed he could spare five minutes to chug about half of this down… He gave the woman a small grin and took a sip of the coffee.
“I’d really like to start over too.” he agreed, before taking another few sips of coffee. ”I know it’s been hard on Rapunzel, us not really getting along.” He paused for a moment, taking another gulp in the silence as he thought of what to say next. ”And she really has missed having you, ya know? Especially now, when… When…” His voice trailed off as his head started to spin. His vision was blurring, and he suddenly felt very unbalanced. He tried to shake it off, but it only seemed to get worse. The coffee mug fell from his hands and cracked against the floor as he staggered toward the desk, placing his hands against it and squeezing his eyes shut tight. ”Sorry, I… I’m just so… dizzy… I think… Gonna faint…”