— Just a Chat || Flothel

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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…”

— Just a Chat || Flothel

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As she sat in her office, hands crossed on her desk in front of her, Gothel would appear to anyone to be the very image of patience. In reality, this couldn’t be farther from the truth.  Gothel was five minutes away from marching up to Rapunzel’s suite and getting what she needed if the person she was waiting for didn’t appear on her monitor soon. That person was Flynn Rider.

Or Eugene Fitzherbert, whatever it was that he went by. Why he needed two names for himself, Gothel would never know, nor particularly care. All that mattered to her was that he was out of the way. Ever since her daughter had run away with that thieving scoundrel, Gothel had wanted Rapunzel back. Her intense protective tendencies about Rapunzel were something the woman never could understand, or at least get to the bottom of. Surely she would want to protect her own child, what mother wouldn’t? But Gothel had been determined, once upon a time, to keep her away from the rest of the world at whatever cost. Now that she was gone, if getting her back meant getting Flynn Rider out of the picture, so be it.

Her chance to be rid of him had finally come when Gothel learned of Valentina’s plan to hold residents of the island ransom in order to regain her memories. Gothel had only wanted to be rid of Rider, but getting her memories back from her previous life wouldn’t have hurt either. All it had taken was the kidnapping of that silly blonde girl and Gothel was in. After that, Valentina and Zira were going to let her do whatever she wanted, which meant that Flynn was next. Valentina getting captured really wasn’t ideal for Gothel, but the show must go on, as they say.

Suddenly, there was movement on her screen. Gothel leaned forward for a better look. In one corner there was an elevator shot. The doors were opening…

Bingo.

Gothel stood and hurried over to her door, but paused before she opened it to look around quickly. Everything was in order—there were supplies for coffee on the table in the corner and a cutesy little box of cookies next to it. Gothel eyed the tiny vial hiding amongst the bottles of cream, a smirk on her face. Then she stepped out into the lobby and shut the door, then gave the doorknob a wiggle to make sure it was locked. The dinging of the elevator behind her told her that she was right on time. The key came out of her pocket and was inserted into the lock just as she heard the elevator open and someone walk out of it. Gothel paused and turned around to look at them, her expression one of innocent curiosity. Once she saw—or rather, confirmed—that it was Flynn Rider she frowned slightly, which was the very opposite of what she felt like doing. If allowed she would have broke into a grin, but she couldn’t have him thinking she had changed too drastically, now could she?

“Ah. Hello, Flynn,” she said crisply. She fiddled with the key some more as he replied and continued to move on, counting to three in her head. When it was reached, she called out again.

“Flynn… Would you… can I talk to you, just for a quick moment? In my office, if you don’t mind? Just a chat, dear.” She carefully arranged her features into a pleading expression, one that was eager and a bit hopeful, while silently praying that he would take the bait.

This was it.  Today was the big day!  Well okay, not the actual big day, because that wasn’t going to be for a while yet, but it was a pretty big day, the first of several big days until the final big day.  Eugene had been looking forward to this ever since they first set the appointment: Today was the day he and Rapunzel would first see their baby’s ultrasound and find out whether or not they were having a little guy or girl, and Eugene couldn’t be more delighted.

It was sort of funny to him how he had done a complete 180 from his attitude about babies almost a year ago to wanting to be a dad, and almost being more excited than his wife about her pregnancy.  He knew it was silly (and really was doing most of it as a joke), but he was determined to document practically every moment of Rapunzel’s pregnancy, even if it meant taking dumb pictures of her at the grocery store when she looked totally miserable.  Although most of this was just him fooling around, he really truly didn’t want to miss a single moment of her pregnancy, which was why he was so annoyed to have to go into work on today of all days.

Owning a bakery wasn’t as difficult as he had assumed it would be, but there were still days where things seemed tedious, and he really wished he could go back to not having his own business — today was one of those days, because today was bill-paying day.  Today was the day he had to make sure the money had gone through on the rent for the space, as well as make sure their utilities had been paid, and any supplies they needed had been ordered and were shipping to them.  He had completely forgotten that any of this needed to be done when he and Rapunzel scheduled the appointment, but knew he couldn’t exactly put any of it off either.  If he did, that might mean their electricity would be shut off, or they would lose their space, or they’d have to close for several days while they waited for supplies, and frankly so much money had been put into creating this place that he didn’t want to risk it.  He promised Rapunzel he’d be back in time to take her to the hospital before heading off to the bakery, where he sat and worked as fast as he could, glancing at the clock every few minutes to see if/when he could leave.  He finished ordering the last of the supplies right as 5:30 rolled around, and figured then was as good of a time to leave as any.  Sure the appointment wasn’t for another, but so what if they were a little bit early?

He walked back to the Inn with a little spring in his step.  It seemed nothing could have changed his good mood until he got out of the elevator and saw her walking out of her office.  In truth, he didn’t have a whole lot against Gothel: In fact, he figured that if she could just get past her issues with Rapunzel having any sort of freedom, the two of them might actually get along, but since she insisted on being so horrible to him all the time, why should he really be anything different to her?  ”Oh uhh, hi.” he replied, giving her a curt nod before continuing down the hall.  He had just placed his hand on the doorknob to his and Rapunzel’s suite when Gothel spoke again.  He paused for a second.  He looked at her once again, and furrowed his brow.  What on earth could she want to talk to him about?  ”I… Well, okay.” he said hesitantly.  He took his hand off the doorknob and walked back down the hall to her.  ”Just for a minute though.” he said as he followed her into the office.  ”I don’t really have a whole lotta time.”

(Source: elegantmoose)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

xxinthestarlight:

Oh, I’m sure they are, it’s just— okay, I’m probably more excited than nervous. This is just such a big deal and then that means we get to start picking out names and decorating and buying things and planning and everything!

Buuut we should probably get to bed so we can rest up for the big day. Love youuu~

I know.  Love you too.

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

funhasarrived:

You’re really funny, ya know that, buddy?

Yeah… So I’ve heard.

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

funhasarrived:

I dunno. Would I?

Sure you would!  Thanks for volunteering Terk, you’re a pal.

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

xxinthestarlight:

Okay, fine… I’m just so nervous!

Don’t be nervous!  It’ll all be great, you’ll see.  Our little fella or gal is doing just fine, I’m sure.

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

funhasarrived:

Looks like ya gotta find anotha babysitter then. 

Oh come on.  You’d do anything for me, and you know it.  Right?

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)

— We find out about the baby tomorrow!

funhasarrived:

Do I get to teach it how to make music by breakin’ everythin’ in the house and fling dirty diapahs out the windows?

Sure!  As long as you clean everything up and replace all the broken stuff when you’re done!

(Source: tannedrestedandalone)