Reverie
He was her bastion. She turned to him when she felt vulnerable, when she needed assurance. He kept her guarded when she needed protection, when she felt besieged.
Before him, she had been an unsuspecting captive. Her freedom had been illusory until he cut her golden shackles, until he died in her lap and she sobbed new life into his supine body.
He was her playground. In his presence, she capered freely. His dry wit reliably preceded her peals of laughter. His mischievous smile sent her heart aflutter, made her stomach turn happy little flips. The sight of his handsome face was enough to make her grin, to brighten her day.
Before him, she had been stranded, marooned in an ivory tower. He was the first man she had ever met. Well, in fairness, she had met one prior, a certain swashbuckling rouge. But, he had been the first man she had ever loved.
He was her private hideaway. He held her hand as he helped her reach gratifying new heights. He was her guide as she eagerly explored unfamiliar territory. Under his capable tutelage, she had learned to love.
Before him, she had charted the stars, now she charted their future. They had shared a new dream and soon they would share a sacrament.
AN1: This little drabble was a prompt from the lovely Jane McAvoy (go read her fics, she's amazing). Her request: A one-shot from Rapunzel's perspective on her relationship with Eugene and how much she loves him.
AN2: While working on this drabble, I stumbled upon this quote: "I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes." - W. Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 2, 99-101. I thought it was perfect for Eugene since he literally died in Rapunzel's lap and particularly interesting as a purported reference to la petite mort.
AN3: I have not been on here much, I've been busy writing Tangled drabbles for Day by Drabble. You can find the link to those drabbles at the bottom of my profile.