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March 23: The Last Unicorn. "The Dreams That Won't Diminish"
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Day/Theme: March 23. I'd want you beautiful and pale, the way I've dreamed you were
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Molly/Schmendrick, Lir/Unicorn
Rating: PG
All three of them dreamed of her. Then again, they always had.
The maid dreamed of her as she had since she was a child. The Unicorn, white as moonlight on snow, strange and pure in the dark woods. Now she had the memory of the Unicorn’s soft sleekness to add to the dream. She had touched the beautiful creature and would’ve given much to hold the delicate head in her hands again, and feel the silky mane brush against her own tousled hair.
She would sigh and smile in her sleep, and her face would seem younger.
The magician dreamed of her as she had been when they traveled together. He remembered he had dreamed of fantastical animals before he joined the Midnight Carnival, but the sight of a real Unicorn had made them fade away into a dim mist of memory. He had changed her form, a creature old as the sky, into a frail and admittedly lovely human form. He had done that, and he had turned her back. The thought of that power thrilled him much more than the thought of the human Unicorn did.
He couldn’t love her or hold her. He could only admire her from a step away. Once he had imagined, for barely a moment, that she might have been pleased to share a form with him, and perhaps more, but he thought of her power too and his desire had gone back to the longing for beauty and magic that the Unicorn left in everyone. He would have given almost anything to have been powerful enough to have been worthy of such a fantasy, even if he wouldn’t have acted on it.
It made him reach out in his sleep for something real and tangible. His dreaming mind was always relieved, if a little wistful, when his hands found Molly, warm and human and his.
The prince had dreamed of unicorns all his life. Now he only dreamed of one.
Sometimes he went days without sleep to escape them. Better the waking imaginings than the dreaming ones. He wondered if he would ever be free of it or if he wanted to be. He couldn’t imagine loving someone else. There was no one else. And even if he found someone enough like her, wouldn’t it be just as cruel to see only a pale reflection of the one he had loved in some poor girl who wouldn’t understand? As tormenting as the dreams were, they were kinder than that.
It was easy to blur the Unicorn and Amalthea in his dreams. They had always been one and the same. The only difference was that in human form he had hope that she would stay with him and love him back. He would’ve given the rest of his life for only an hour of that.
Day/Theme: March 23. I'd want you beautiful and pale, the way I've dreamed you were
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Molly/Schmendrick, Lir/Unicorn
Rating: PG
All three of them dreamed of her. Then again, they always had.
The maid dreamed of her as she had since she was a child. The Unicorn, white as moonlight on snow, strange and pure in the dark woods. Now she had the memory of the Unicorn’s soft sleekness to add to the dream. She had touched the beautiful creature and would’ve given much to hold the delicate head in her hands again, and feel the silky mane brush against her own tousled hair.
She would sigh and smile in her sleep, and her face would seem younger.
The magician dreamed of her as she had been when they traveled together. He remembered he had dreamed of fantastical animals before he joined the Midnight Carnival, but the sight of a real Unicorn had made them fade away into a dim mist of memory. He had changed her form, a creature old as the sky, into a frail and admittedly lovely human form. He had done that, and he had turned her back. The thought of that power thrilled him much more than the thought of the human Unicorn did.
He couldn’t love her or hold her. He could only admire her from a step away. Once he had imagined, for barely a moment, that she might have been pleased to share a form with him, and perhaps more, but he thought of her power too and his desire had gone back to the longing for beauty and magic that the Unicorn left in everyone. He would have given almost anything to have been powerful enough to have been worthy of such a fantasy, even if he wouldn’t have acted on it.
It made him reach out in his sleep for something real and tangible. His dreaming mind was always relieved, if a little wistful, when his hands found Molly, warm and human and his.
The prince had dreamed of unicorns all his life. Now he only dreamed of one.
Sometimes he went days without sleep to escape them. Better the waking imaginings than the dreaming ones. He wondered if he would ever be free of it or if he wanted to be. He couldn’t imagine loving someone else. There was no one else. And even if he found someone enough like her, wouldn’t it be just as cruel to see only a pale reflection of the one he had loved in some poor girl who wouldn’t understand? As tormenting as the dreams were, they were kinder than that.
It was easy to blur the Unicorn and Amalthea in his dreams. They had always been one and the same. The only difference was that in human form he had hope that she would stay with him and love him back. He would’ve given the rest of his life for only an hour of that.