Knotted (Tangled RP- Blocked and Melix)

[Melix]

"Why is your hair so weird?" Rapunzel asked, ruffling her friend Pascal's hair in a friendly, but annoying fashion. Her own short brown locks, happily in the grip of normalcy, shown with the hair product she'd put in this morning.


Pascal sighed. "It's blue. It doesn't glow or heal things," he pointed out. "So what if it changes with my mood? You're the weird one." Rapunzel stuck her tongue out at him, and their whispered conversation suddenly came to the attention of the king, queen, Flynn, and all their important guests.


"We are discussing the military budget," said the King, kindly enough for the two's stupid interruption. "Do you have something to add, Pascal?"


"No, sir."


"Rapunzel?"


"No, father."


"Pascal?" Again?


"No, father. I mean, no, sir! Sorry, sir!"


The king smiled. "Okay. Maximus, please continue where you left off."

 

[ERR0R]

Maximus stood with the other guards, a firm grip locked on his gun he had armed at all times. His stare fell from the Princess, Flynn - who he found rather suspicious- to the hair-changing friend 'Pascal' of the Princess. It seemed rather odd that Pascal could change his hair by his mood, but he had no place mentioning so because of his dog-like attributes. Once more, he found the two friends chatting among themselves as the King discussed a rather important topic based around the new found military budget.


His eyes flickered with loyalty as the King addressed him. Clearing his throat, he stepped up to the alter, making eye contact with the crowd. "It appears if taxes are founded, taking from the citizens, it would put nobody in a rather great mood. I object taxes ; the budget should be high after all, due to the time and sweat these soldiers put into protecting us. Therefore, I must announce that instead of taxes, a dreaded term used from the English men, we should donate out of the kindness of our hearts. If that approach doesn't work, we'll need a fall-back plan, revolving around the horrible taxes."


The King, and the fellow nobles nodded. "Anything to add, Princess?" Maximus asked, needing approval from all the royal members of the meeting.
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[Melix]

"I think...I think that taxes are only a good idea when they're absolutely necessary." Rapunzel bit her lip, looking first at Flynn, who nodded, then at Pascal, who kind of blushed, because while he would have agreed if he'd been paying attention, he'd been busy watching Maximus. The guy was interesting. Watching his face was like reading a well-written first-person novel: he was so expressive, and vibrant. It was easy to tell what he was thinking.


Then again, Pascal's hair was now as red as his face. "Um, I...ya. Whatever you just said." He kind of glared at her and bit his tongue, looking away.


"Sorry, Pascal," whispered Flynn, since his fiance had no idea what was going on. "I'll make it up to you tonight. You and Maximus and I will have some fun." Pascal shook his head. He didn't like Flynn, and ever since the guy had become a permanent fixture, he and Maximus had barely talked. He knew, though, that they were helping each other at the wedding.


"Alright then," said the King. "Then it's agreed. A donation plan instead of a 'taxes' plan, until the donation plan stops working. Thank you, Maximus. Is there anything else, or is the meeting adjourned?"


Rapunzel raised her hand shyly.


"Other than the wedding?" The Queen sighed.


"No."


"Anything else?"

 

[ERR0R]

Maximus chuckled sightly, abandoning his rather silent hold that he had kept on to. He stole a few glances at Pascal, whose hair was red. He tried to hide a smile, but Maximus couldn't keep a straight face at the little guy. He turned over as Flynn suggested the fun time tonight. Being one of the 'guard dogs' he couldn't afford to object even if he didn't find pleasure in indulging at Prince Flynn's games.


A smile curved on his lips as Rapunzel brought talk of her Wedding up. He and Pascal would be together at the party. He blushed a little, ducking his head down. Something about the little guy had intrigued him. A lot.


"What were you thinking, Flynn?" Maximus asked in a rather settle tone.


"Oh, you know... awesomeness." Flynn replied with a smirk, wrapping one arm around the guard, and one arm around Pascal.


"Tell me about it." He breathed with a forced smile. Maximus just wanted to leave with Pascal.



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[Melix]

Pascal got up as soon as the meeting was adjourned, barreling out of the room. Pascal was all for a good time-- had he not painted, read books, played hide-and-seek, and braided Rapunzel's hair all his life? He was not, however, into Flynn's idea of a good time. Flynn's idea of a good time involved stealing and other things a good, law-abiding citizen would do-- not unless it was absolutely necessary. Flynn had put his arm around him, and was probably miffed at his disappearance, but Maximus was going to have to deal with Flynn's wrath, because Pascal wouldn't.


Not even to hang out with Maximus, who, still in the fiendish grip of the Prince, was being forced along (or, perhaps he was going willingly? It was hard to tell.) out of the room and into the light. Pascal, with hair now green, hid behind a ficus, watching them. Maybe that was why he didn't trust Flynn-- that, right there. The smoulder. Was it a coincidence that the guy was an amazing liar, had incredible hair (and this was coming from someone who lived with Rapunzel), only worked with guys, and, if he was not mistaken, had just given Maximus the smoulder? No way the guy liked Rapunzel.


"Hey!" he shouted, running over to them. "Sorry I took off- I thought I had to go somewhere urgent, but I don't." He smiled. "So, what are we doing tonight?"

 

[ERR0R]

Maximus was about to speak up against Flynn when he realized that Pascal had left. Within a few minutes he returned, but the guard quickly pulled him to the side. "One second, Prince." He said to Flynn who just grinned, turning back to Rapunzel.

Maximus pulled Pascal to the side, in a darker alley of the castle. It was overly dark, but it still was considering the whole kingdom was so cheery and full of light. In a low voice, he began talking. "Trust me. I don't want to be any closer to Flynn than you do. But think about the Princess. She loves this guy. Let's hang out with him for her, okay?" And for the fact I want to be with you. He silently added in his head.


Running a hand through his straight white hair, he smiled. "I mean, the worst Flynn can do is bore us to death. You're Rapunzel's best friend, and I'm his best guard. Sure he's an idiot. But he's going to become king some day. And we don't want the king against us. Especially when the queen is Rapunzel."




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[Melix]

“One second, Prince,” said Maximus, pulling Pascal off to the side. It was dark in the alley, and Pascal briefly wondered what he wanted, before he realized, not me. Maximus was concerned about their standing with the future prince if they both didn’t behave themselves. Pascal nodded in agreement, secretly a little disappointed. “He drives me nuts,” said Pascal. “I’m tempted to lick his ear again, just to tick him off. But I won’t,” he hastily added, “for your sake.”


He bit his tongue as Maximus continued, trying not to tell him what he’d seen. Because if Maximus truly thought that boring them was the worst thing that Flynn could do, he either hadn’t seen the smoulder (good!) or he had some really screwed up priorities. Pascal could probably help with that, if given the chance. He waited until Maximus was finished before he said it. “Listen…I don’t want to get arrested by the out-of-palace guards tonight, and I know for a fact that you don’t, either. If it comes down to ditching the Prince or a jail cell, I’m leaving and you’re coming with me.” He was firm on this point. “Deal?”

 

[ERR0R]

Maximus nodded, laughing lightly at Pascal's argument. Don't lick Flynn's ear! It's full of Flynn-germs. He smiled faintly. "Thank you." He nodded, going on. After he was finished, he listened to Pascal's terms of agreement. "You're right. We all know Flynn has dangerous hobbies. And neither of us wants to be in the jail for something he's thought of. So... deal."


He nodded his head, pushing his white hair behind his ears. "Shall we get back?" He looked at Pascal, an urge to kiss him ruptured through him being that close to him. But instead he pushed it away, walking out of the alley towards where the royals were chatting. He stole a glance at Pascal.
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[Melix]

Pascal smiled, his hair turning a pleasant shade of pink as well as his cheek. “You’re welcome,” he said, and it came out a little too loud for his liking, echoing down a dark corridor. “Well, we should get back,” he said hurriedly, grabbing Maximus’s arm. Back in the tower, he’d never had to worry about the dark, primarily because Rapunzel was so blonde that even when she wasn’t glowing, her hair reflected the moonlight and the dark stuck away from them, onto Gothel or one of the darker corners of the Tower.


But now? Now Pascal had a reason to be afraid.


“Thank you,” he said to Max, regarding the reply about their deal. “I find that very reassuring.” As Maximus walked over to Flynn, now ensconced in conversation with Rapunzel, Pascal decided that tonight, he would not let Flynn steal Maximus away. He trusted the guy even less now.


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