Summary: He had been an orphan for as long as he could remember. But now . . . Now, he had the chance to be part of a family.
Author's Note: Just a little something I thought of after watching the movie. Focused on Eugene's (or Flynn's) point of view. I'm not entirely happy with this, but I'm content; I really wanted to write this out, so here it is – but I think it could have been written better. Leave reviews, please?
There was no denying it had been a strange day – and that was saying something when it came from a thief. Well, now that he thought about it, standing on the balcony beside the blonde-turned-brunette, he realized the past three days had really been strange. But this one topped it all: he had nearly been hanged, had escaped – on a horse that was loyal to the kingdom and seemed to hate him, no doubt – he had been murdered, and then magically brought back to life by a single tear. Then Blondie told him that she was the lost princess. (…Well, he couldn't call her that anymore, now, could he?)
Really strange. But he wasn't going to complain.
Especially not now when Rapunzel was feeling so nervous. He could see her shaking, could feel the way she trembled when he took her hand in his to try to comfort her. He tried to think of something to say, but he didn't have the chance to.
Footsteps approached them and Rapunzel pulled away from him as they turned to face the King and Queen. There was a moment of hesitance, of doubt, of confusion. But then there was that moment of overhwelming happiness as mother and daughter hugged, the father soon joining in as they sank to the ground.
All he could do was look on and smile, feeling happy for all of them. As the Queen reached her hand out to him, he thought nothing of it, assuming it was just to show her gratitude. Smiling, he took her hand gently, surprised at the way she pulled him down to join in the hug; he briefly wondered if Rapunzel was more like her mother than one would think, despite the years spent apart from one another.
For him, there was a moment where he didn't know what to think.
Then he wondered if this was what it felt like to have a family, to have someone that cared for him as a son.
He had never known, of course, being an orphan and whatnot. But this was exactly what he had imagined it to feel like, the way he would dream for it to be when he was merely a young boy. It was too hard to even think of describing in words as he kneeled there with the family of royalty.
He felt like he really belonged somewhere without even having to try for the attention, without having to try to impress someone. Wasn't this what it was like to have a family of one's own?
Then he knew, this was the family he wanted to call his own.
It had nothing to do with the money, the riches, the jewels, the gold.
It had everything to do with the feeling, the emotion, the love. Not to mention the girl.
This was where he belonged.
And that's the way it would be.