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Written for auction prompt - Rapunzel!AU
Word Count - 286
(Thanks to Ned for the idea)
A Little Bit Twisted
The colours faded into one another as she worked, bringing her a peace that she didn't find in anything else. She loved to paint, and here in her tower, she didn't have much choices in things to do.
Barty might keep her locked away, but she knew he cared, in his own way.
She knew he loved her.
It was just twisted love.
She watched the paints dry into the paper, a sigh leaving her. She was out of paper, and Barty wouldn't be by to see her for at least a few days.
Her fingers were already twitching towards her paintbrush.
Lying back on her bad, she drew patterns on her stomach as she stared at her ceiling.
Her bare ceiling.
…
"Luna, your hair," Barty called from the foot of the tower. Her heart leapt in her chest, her nerves getting the better of her.
She loosened her hair from its clasp as she walked to the window, leaning out so it could fall down to where he would climb it.
He never hurt her when he climbed up, he was gentle with the strands, making sure he didn't snag them or pull too hard.
She stepped back as he climbed through the window, biting her lip nervously as she watched him take in the painted ceiling.
He stared at her for a moment, his face unreadable, and she trembled.
"It's beauty almost matches your own, my dear," he murmured.
She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and stepped into his inviting arms.
She might be imprisoned here, and his love might be twisted, but Barty was all she knew, and she loved him.
It was just a bit twisted.