fandomhighdorms | The roof [Sunday evening]

On the one hand, it'd been a really nice weekend of events, and Rapunzel was really, really, really glad that no one had come to see her. Because if anyone had -- if Mother had, since she was the only candidate, really -- she would undoubtedly already be back in her tower, safe and sound away from all the new things she'd grown to love.

But it still didn't mean that seeing all her classmates with their parents, and their friends from home, and their brothers and sisters and so on hadn't made her...well. Kind of homesick.

So Sunday night, when it seemed like most people were saying their last goodbyes, Rapunzel headed up to the roof with Pascal and her sketchpad to watch the sunset and think. She'd started to try to draw, but mostly kept finding herself doodling a dark woman with curly hair -- Mother had her problems, and there were things that she didn't miss, of course, but....

She just felt kind of alone, that was all. So she'd just sit out here for tonight until her loneliness wore off and she was ready around to be around other people again. She didn't want to end up sad when someone was telling her a story that should make her smile -- that wasn't fair to them, after all.

[here, have an emo roofpost! totally open.]

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"Oh, it was...you know."

That was good, Rapunzel. Descriptive.

"No one knows I'm here, so no one came to visit," she admitted, shrugging a little. "Kind of a hazard of running away from home, right? But it was really nice seeing everyone else so happy!"

"It was," Anders agreed, wincing. "But I know what you mean. I haven't seen my mother in years, but she wrote to me when I was at the Circle. She can't do that anymore. Usually I don't think about it, but sometimes ..."

He shrugged. Maybe he shouldn't complain when he had gotten a visitor.

"It seemed like most of the visitors enjoyed themselves, anyhow."

"Maybe she could get a letter here?" Rapunzel offered softly. "I wrote Mother when I first got here, just to let her know I was all right -- I didn't want her to worry, you know?" Even though, again, she had run away from the only home she'd ever known and was the worst daughter ever. "I think they can get our mail wherever we want."

Of course, she hadn't gotten anything back, but that didn't mean Anders wouldn't.

Anders shook his head.

"It's not about that," he explained quietly. "Hiding a mage is a crime. If the Templars found out we were trading letters -- I couldn't put her at that kind of risk. It's better for me not to write, at least until I've been gone long enough for everyone to forget about me."

"I didn't know you were hiding here," Rapunzel said, eyes widening slightly. "Oh my goodness, Anders, we are like, the room of fugitives. If anyone ever shows up looking for you, I'm gonna tell them there's no Anders here at all, okay? And you do the same for me. Unless it's a lady with curly hair and a red dress. I can talk to her, if she shows up."

Because Mother wouldn't take no for an answer, anyway.

"That's sad, though," she offered, more seriously. "I bet she misses you."

"Thank you. And if that woman shows up, I'll stall her until I'm sure whether you want to talk to her or not," Anders promised. "And probably she does miss me. I miss her, anyhow. But Karl brought a pillow she made for me, so that made it a little better."

The roof [Sunday evening]

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