a/n: because Flynn Rider aka Eugene lies.
disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Disney or Tangled.
just a quick drabble :)
He lied.
What is there to say?
He was Flynn Rider, of course he would lie.
He lied about her hair. He liked it long and golden and shining, not brunette and brown.(although he'd have to admit, brown looked pretty darn good on her too.)
He missed the golden locks, and picking it up when it trailed behind her and all in the way.
But of course, hair was just hair. She was beautiful all the same, blonde or brunette.
He liked her paintings too. They didn't visit her tower much, but when they did it was just them, and he would watch her go about her regular day like she did before the day he found himself struck in the head with a cast-iron skillet.
Her paintings were always joyful, about the village dancing, her parents laughing. Every so often she'd pain him, and he lied again when he said she got his nose wrong. He liked to play with her, after all.
He liked her toes; always peeking out from under her dress, cute and never painted with colours.
And he liked her eyes, bright green and wide and always shining with excitement.
But that little ring on her finger was the one thing he loved mose; oh how he loved to play with the little ring on her finger.
And he might just have to steal it away; snatch it from her dainty fingers, just so he could slip it onto her finger one more time.