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Oh buddies. This is sad.

Well, I'll be deleting Dale's blog, mainly because I haven't posted much and she's not as dear to me, but I definitely won't be deleting Pascal or Tod. They're my babies. Pascal is what got me into roleplaying. But, anyway, my personal is found here. Feel free to follow me, but make sure you tell me who you are so I can follow you back!

I genuinely love you all and I send you plenty of kisses from Pascadilly. Thank you for making the world of roleplaying awesome for me.

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Pascal snatched the letter from Flynn's hands quickly and began reading it, scrutinizing every word and leering with much suspicion. The letter was an exact replicate of the one "Flynn" had written to Rapunzel. She would know; she had read that letter too many times to count. The former lizard had assumed this all along.

"It was Gothel," she hissed slowly and accusingly. "It had to be." Snapping her head back in the boy's direction, she stuffed the letter in her bag and turned on her heel, her unoccupied hand motioning in the direction she was heading. "Follow me." Pascal headed in the direction of the forest, walking a determined path as she did so. She didn't look behind her, but assumed that Flynn was following, and began explaining how the letter was a fake, how both of the letters were fake. How Rapunzel had received the exact same piece of paper with just a few words changed here and there. How Pascal had assumed the letter wasn't at all true due to the lovey doviness of the couple (and she had been through too damn much the time before to even want to do this again).

As the two neared the entrance to the tower, Pascal turned and looked at Flynn. "Alright, here's how this is gonna work. I'm getting Rapunzel from the tower because I'm pretty sure Gothel is still there. You wait right inside and we can sort this whole thing out," While explaining, the brunette held a murderous glint in her eye. Gothel had done far too much, and this was the last straw. Something was going to happen to her. Pascal would make sure of it. "So, stand right in the entrance and I'll go get her." Pascal left Flynn shortly after, not bothering if he had any other say in it. She reached the tower quickly, having run across the field swiftly.

"Rapunzel! Rae! Let me in!" 

Save What Has Been Lost :: Rapunzel/Flynn/Pascal

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Pascal listened intently, to what he had to say until he mentioned a 'stupid fucking letter.' Of course, the girl had no idea what he was talking about. He had sent Rapunzel a letter, not the other way around. She realized he must have gotten his words mixed up and went back to gnawing on her fruit. Pascal's eye widened at him as he went on, talking about how she had dumped him just to stay in the tower. All of this was completely backwards from what was actually happening.

"Hold up. She didn't dump you. You dumped her. Or did you forget the letter you wrote her?" Pascal's eyes narrowed dangerously in Flynn's direction, her pear forgotten and clutched tightly in her lean hand. Then realization hit her. The letters were fake. They had to be. Her suspicions were proven correct by the boy in front of her and now she had proof. And the only person who would want to tear them apart would be that witch. Straightening back up, she blinked a few times before saying anything.

"Rider. Let me see that letter. You have it, right?" Pascal questioned, holding her unoccupied hand open so she could take it from him. If it said what she was expecting, then the brunette had been right all along. 

Save What Has Been Lost :: Rapunzel/Flynn/Pascal

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Hearing the woman's shrill voice, Pascal shivered and grimaced in the direction of the window. She also realized that she would be in the tower any second, so she started gathering a bag, placing her cell phone along with a good amount of money for food. Finishing up, she stood straight and nodded to Rapunzel who had made her way over to the window to let her mother in. The former lizard's face contorted once more as she realized she would have to face the older woman. Her grip on the bag tightened as the woman's voice pierced her ears. As Mother Gothel passed her, Pascal made a face at her back, and turned her attention back to her friend.

"Alright. I should be back soon. And I can't make any promises about that," the brunette told Rapunzel, giving her a smirk. Using the blonde's hair as she always did, she landed softly in the grass and waved back towards the window, her eyes squinting at the bright sun, and plodded off to the forest's entrance.

The walk to Corona was a long one. Or, at least, it seemed that way to Pascal. It didn't take her long to get through the forest, having been through it a few times before, but she had been stuck in her thoughts the entire way through and on the main road to the large city. She had no idea what she would say to Flynn. Her mind went over the letter multiple times in her head, thinking why on Earth he'd even write the damn thing. Which is why he couldn't have. Right? Pascal had went over her assumptions too many times and, for once, she was going to let him explain himself before she accused him.

The girl made it to the bakery in record time, having made a detour in the marketplace to shop around for various fruits. The owner of the mango stand remembered her, Pascal having frequented the stand so often when she and Rapunzel had lived in the city. She was now near the bakery, her bag, filled with kiwis, pears, and mangoes, firmly secured around her body as she made her way to the back alley. She had received Flynn's text earlier, dismissing it as she had done previously. Replying wasn't exactly necessary now. Spying his tall and thin form as she rounded the corner, she halted for a few seconds, then resumed her determined walk. As she neared him, she found that he was the same as before. Nothing had outrageously been changed about the boy, much to Pascal's dismay. A new hairstyle could have been nice. Maybe a tattoo or piercing.

"Rider," she answered back, nodding towards him in acknowledgment. "Now, want to explain why I had to come all the way to Corona to meet you?" Pascal would never admit that she didn't mind in the slightest, for this trip allowed her to buy the fruits she had desperately been craving. She stayed silent as she waited for his response, pulling a pear from her bag and taking a bite from it.

Save What Has Been Lost :: Rapunzel/Flynn/Pascal

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Hearing Rapunzel's answer, Pascal gave a huff. The girl, her form still obviously wrought with sleep, rose from her pillow, blinking multiple times before rubbing her eyes roughly with her hands, as if to remove the tired from them. She slid out of the bed slowly, her bare feet hitting the cold hard wood harshly. She sighed once more and rose, stretching her arms towards the ceiling. Sitting there, the brunette simply wondered, playing with a chunk of her thick hair. Her days hadn't been all that eventful since returning to the tower. In all honesty, Pascal wanted to return to Corona. The place had grown on her the last time she and Rapunzel had stayed there. And it wasn't just because of the copious amount of fruit vendors found in the market.

Pascal still felt the need to lay down, so she snuggled back into the quilts and blankets that were strewn across the bed. Tucking her hands under her chin, she watched as her blonde friend walked over towards her. As she talked, Pascal's eyes narrowed deeply.

"You're kidding me, right?" Pascal asked in an accusing tone, straightening herself to sit against the headboard. "If you even think for a second that I would consider leaving you, think again, sister." They had been over this countless times: Pascal would never leave Rapunzel and vice versa. It isn't how they worked. They had always been together. And, frankly, Pascal was looking out for her. She didn't trust Mother Gothel one bit, especially not now. That letter had been connected to her, somehow. She knew it. It was practically a gut instinct. "Yeah, sure, I have other friends, but you don't need to be here by yourself. I'm not leaving you." Pascal finished definitely, closing the matter from further discussion, giving a look to her friend.

At that moment, the chime of her cell phone rang, indicating a text message had been received. Pascal narrowed her eyes once more in confusion, but picked up her phone and opened the message, scanning over it's contents. As she did so, a scowl appeared on her face when she realized who the message was from. Even though she didn't believe he had written that awful letter, she couldn't help it. Rapunzel was obviously distressed by it and she couldn't just sit by passively. The girl read the entirety of the message, making an odd noise in the back of her throat as she realized what it was asking.

'Corona, huh?' Pascal thought to herself, closing the message and looking to the ceiling. 'That gives me an excuse.' She decided not to text him back. If he had actually sent Rapunzel that letter, well, it was better to keep him waiting before his beat down. Clutching her phone in her hand, she hopped from the bed and began gathering clothes that were suitable for the day. The girl glanced back at her friend perched on the bed and cleared her throat.

"Okay, I need mangoes, and Gothel refuses to go into town and get me some, so I'm heading to Corona. I might stay the night if I get tired, but I doubt it'll come to that," Pascal told her with a shrug. "I'll be back though. You'll be good by yourself, right?"

Save What Has Been Lost :: Rapunzel/Flynn/Pascal

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Pascal, while she loved being out of Disney Academy, absolutely hated being back in the tower. She disliked Mother Gothel for all she was worth, and avoided her at all costs, which wasn't exactly easy anymore, mainly due to her new, now old, body. It didn't fit in small cubbyholes or plant pots. Most of her summer was spent in the forest, when she could get out. She hated being holed up in the tower, and, although she knew Rapunzel missed her mother, she forced her to tag along, not trusting the old woman for a second. She was worried that the woman would shut Pascal out of the tower and then her friend would be doomed. No more Disney Academy, no more Flynn, and, most importantly, no more freedom.

However, this wasn't even a factor anymore. Ever since the mysterious letter had shown up, Rapunzel was set on not returning to their school. Pascal had tried to reason with her, calling the letter a phony, but the girl hadn't budged. So, with the blonde being her closest friend, she decided to stay with her. And in her depressed state, she couldn't be left alone in the hands of that mad woman, Mother Gothel, anyway. She'd have Rapunzel stuck to her side in a matter of minutes after Pascal left.

The first few nights of Rapunzel's recurring nightmares, the brunette hadn't slept a wink. Her friend woke her up every few hours and every night without fail. It didn't make sense to fall into a peaceful slumber only to be jolted awake. Luckily, before Pascal could go crazy, the two friends found a solution to putting the girl back to sleep, and the former chameleon's sleeping schedule was returned to normal. However, that didn't stop her from worrying about Rapunzel. She was becoming more and more suspicious of that letter. Flynn couldn't have possibly written it. He fawned over Rapunzel like a lovesick puppy. There was something up with this entire situation. And she was going to find out what it was.

Pascal was woken by the bright light streaming through the large window nestled to the right of the bed. She pulled the multi-colored quilt over her head in an attempt to mask the sun from scorching her skin and eyes. She had never exactly been a morning person, even as a lizard. They just weren't her thing. From under the covers, she saw that Rapunzel was no longer in bed. She kind of figured this. Rapunzel was always up early, unless something crazy had happened the day before. She figured she ought to get up, too, but she wasn't in the mood to get up any time soon. Not without reason, of course.

"Raaaae," Pascal called out, her voice cracking through the middle of it. Clearing her throat, the girl tried again, this time a bit louder. "Raaaaae! Where are you?"

Save What Has Been Lost :: Rapunzel/Flynn/Pascal

The labyrinth of hallways that ran throughout the Disney Academy were dark and cold. The floor beneath her bare feet felt like ice, and each hall seemed to stretch on forever. She felt like she was walking for ages, never seeing a door and forced to walk in a large rectangle. Every now and then a gust of breeze would rush past her and she would turn to see a retreating form that she was unable to catch.

“Anybody, please!” Her voice was hoarse, as though she’d been screamig though she couldn’t recall if she had.

“Rapunzel.” It was a whisper so soft she wasn’t sure if she had imagined it or not.

“Eugene!” She breathed and wheeled around, searching the empty hallway for the source of the whisper.

“Rapunzel.” She felt his lips against her ear, whispering her name like only a lover could. His hand slid from her shoulder down her arm until his fingers intertwined with hers. She wheeled around to face him but stopped short when she saw his face. He was pale as death, his lips bloodless, his hand cold against hers.

“You’re my best friend.” He whispered, letting her hand go. “And the girl I will love forever.” She watched in horror as a crimson blossom started to spread across his white shirt…

Rapunzel’s eyes snapped open and in a disoriented haze she brought her hands to her face, making sure the blood was all a part of the dream.

It wasn’t the first time in the past couple of months that she had woken from such a dream. Normally she would have called Eugene and told him about it, and he would comfort her and tell her that he was fine and ensure her that he would stay away from all things sharp. Several times she had just barely caught herself calling him before remembering he no longer cared.

She rolled onto her side and stared at Pascal’s sleeping form beside her. After the first few nights when Pascal had been woken due to Rapunzel’s sobbing, they had discovered the only thing that helped was counting breaths. Now as a few traitorous tears found their way across her cheeks she silently watched Pascal inhale and exhale, and counted each breath.

After fifty exhales she rolled onto her stomach and stared blankly at the wall. To say things had changed drastically the past couple months would be an understatement.

With one arm she reached underneath the bed and took out the worn piece of notebook paper. It looked as though it had been folded and crumbled, smoothed, read and reread at least a hundred times. She stared at it for a second, but she didn’t need to unfold it to remember what was written inside.

Dear Rapunzel,

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t kid myself. It’s not fair to either of us. I am just not cut out to be in a relationship. It’s too forced for me. You are a wonderful girl, and I really do love you. I’m just not in love with you. I swear this is better for both us. You don’t have to put up with my antics any longer. I won’t be dragging you down. You will move on to someone better than me. I am a criminal for crying out loud. I did what criminals do best. I stole your heart, and I’m sorry that I have to end things like this. I just figured that since we won’t see each other over the summer this is the easiest way to do this break up thing.

From, Flynn

And that had been that. She had been naive to believe that it could last. Eugene was an outgoing guy, clever in ways she would never be. She didn’t know the world like he did, he needed someone who would be able to keep up with him. She thought she had been doing alright but the letter proved otherwise. She slid it back under the mattress and buried her face in her pillow.

Pascal hadn’t trusted the letter, she insisted that it must be a prank by one of their classmates or something, but Rapunzel wouldn’t hear any of it. She told Pascal that she was staying, being in the same school as him, well, just the idea of it cut her deeply. She knew Pascal didn’t agree, but she stayed by her side anyways and Rapunzel was silently greatful. Mother was thrilled of course, consoling Rapunzel in her own way.

“Criminals only look out for themselves, my darling. I’m shocked enough that he bothered to send you the letter.”

After the nightmares started she began to rationalize it in her head. Hadn’t that been her goal at one point? To stay as far from Eugene as she could? To protect him? Well, this way there would never be a chance of him getting hurt on her account. He didn’t want her anymore, she didn’t want to go back to the school, in the vision that had been shown to her last year he died in her arms. There was no chance of that anymore.

Somehow the thought wasn’t comforting though. Before she had known that Eugene loved her, and now…

Thoughts of a similar nature plagued her mind until she finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

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Pascal's second year starts...

...here, bishes.

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That I am. You look weird when you're tired.

Smart Lizard -_-

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possibly-to-infinity started following you.

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