onceuponadream-prince asked: "Thank you," he smiled sincerely. "I did not at all practice all the time. Mostly, I was obnoxious," he grinned. "Imagine Flynn as a boy, but with all the rights and privileges of a prince. Imagine said boy being spoiled rotten by his doting father, who spent much time lavishing me with the love and attention he could not give my mother and brother, and then imagine that said spoiled prince knew he could get away with anything."
She wished that’s what happened to Flynn as a baby. She’d wished that life on him instead of the orphan one a thousand times, but the past was the past.
She grinned, sitting up straighter. “But then how did you become so well-versed in so many instruments? And poetry and politics and literature and ethics and history…” she squinted at him. She’d always known Phillip was very smart and very talented but… “Are you a genius?”
onceuponadream-prince asked: "As my sister princess wishes," he grinned. "This," he laughed softly, "is a very simple tune, inspired by a stream. It's the first song I ever wrote. I was six," he added with a grin. It was no more than sixteen bars, and was indeed very simple, with basic chord structure and harmony. He even sang along wordlessly, his voice matching the tune in a clear tenor.
She relaxed even more, every care in the world evaporating as she absently pet her tummy, listening to the calming, lovely melody. After a minute, she hummed along too, quietly, harmonizing a little. When the song finished, she smiled. “That was so pretty. You were six? Wow. Did you spend all your time practicing when you were a child?”
onceuponadream-prince asked: "Are you and the baby craving lively or relaxing?" he wondered, plucking out an allegro tune, followed by an adagio one, each accompanying his words. He scoured his brain for good tunes, then selected on of each, depending upon her answer.
She tapped her chin. After a long day, she wanted something more peaceful. “Relaxing,” she said, completely at east, melting back into the pillows. She admired his skill already, how easily he switched between styles, his fingers so nimble on the strings. She could play guitar, but she usually needed a lot more focus than he seemed to.
onceuponadream-prince asked: [[Heehee, he so would XD]] "She hasn't been craving tangerines," he smiled, settling her in the overstuffed blue chair, as she'd requested. "And need I remind you that you are light as a feather yourself." Another affectionate stroke to her cheek and he went to fetch the lute. "Yes, I've written several songs on several instruments." He picked up the lute and strummed it lightly, tuning the strings that had been marginally warped by the heat and humidity of the room.
((I love the subtle judgement of keeping instruments in a greenhouse))
She smiled contentedly and snuggled in the cushions, one hand on her belly. She knew he was obligated to tell her she wasn’t heavy, and right now, she didn’t mind that etiquette at all.
"Play one!" she implored him. "I want to hear a Phillip original."
onceuponadream-prince asked: "Rose," he reminded her, "is three people." He understood why she declined the massage, though it did sting a little bit. It wasn't like there was anything romantic about him taking care of his little sister. He let it go, though, since she'd been very polite about it. "Ah, yes! What do your ears wish to be treated to this day? Lute? Guitar? Flute? Violin? Piano?"
"That’s right!" she said, her eyes huge. She couldn’t fathom that. What a crazy miracle of life. "She must be eating SO many tangerines. She probably has managed to stay skinny though. And light. Aurora is pretty ethereal, isn’t she?" When Rapunzel was pregnant, she didn’t feel ethereal at all. She felt like a bullfrog. Big and pudgy and kind of gelatinous. But bullfrogs were still kinda cute… sometimes… in their way… right?
"Ooooh, lute!" she said, clapping her hands a little. "Have you written any songs?" She doubted there was anything Phillip couldn’t do.
((Awwww I don’t want to hurt his feelings! Flynn would not go for it though, hahahha.))
onceuponadream-prince asked: "Are you kidding?" he smirked and pressed a friendly kiss to her forehead. "You're not heavy. Neither is Rose. I workout needs some sort of effort to be beneficial. But yes, I carry her around constantly." He made his way with her to the conservatory. "Where would you like to sit? And will you be requiring any sort of massage?"
"Yes we are heavy!" she insisted. "We are two people! A person inside another person! Like nesting dolls! Heavy ones." She beamed at the affection. sorely missing her brother. She felt so safe and loved with him. "The big poofy blue chair!" She said happily, it was her favorite. It was hard for her to turn down a massage, as cranky as her body was, but she knew Eugene would not like that one bit, fraternal or otherwise. "No, but thank you." She gestured to the musical instruments all around. "But how about a song! I think that plants like to be sung to, it makes them happier and grow more. Babies, too."
These alllll remind me of my husband
onceuponadream-prince asked: "Larger than you!" he laughed. "And eating just as much if not more. If you've been standing around, I insist you get off your feet." Without a second thought or question, he scooped her up. "Where to, highness?" he grinned. "No more walking for you today."
She laughed and kicked her tiny feet a little, not even bothering to protest. It was nice to get the pressure off her ankles. “Um… the conservatory!” she said. “Do you carry Aurora around, too? You’re going to get a workout, ferrying pregnant ladies around.”
onceuponadream-prince asked: He smiled warmly and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "You look beautiful, Rapunzel. How do you feel?"
She leaned into his hand a little, comforted. “Thank you! I feel kind of bloated and sore,” she said honestly. “But the bloated might be because I basically stood around the fruit market eating tangerines all day. I guess I deserve it. How are you? How is Aurora?”
onceuponadream-prince asked: :hugs his little sister warmly:
She hugged him back, surprisingly strong for a tiny pregnant woman. “Hi, Phillip!”