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April 19: The Last Unicorn. “Out of Reach”
Title: Out of Reach
Day/Theme: By the window
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Amalthea/Lir
Rating: G
She stood there, day after day, watching the waves come in and bash themselves into swirling foam on the rocks. He knew how the waves must feel. He had thrown himself at her, his deeds at her feet, his attempts at courtly speech on her ears, only to find her as unyielding and invulnerable as the stones in the tide. Time and time again, his hopes rose only to be dashed and crumbled into remnants around her.
He also envied the waves her attention. She would only spare him one of her soul-burning glances on occasion, but she would look for long hours out of windows or off balconies at the sea. Perhaps only the sea could bear to have her eyes on it for very long.
He didn’t want to see himself in her eyes, as his father did. He wanted to see her, looking back at him with any emotion at all. Pity, even. Anything that meant she felt something for him. That she was not entirely oblivious to the life he would gladly lay down for her.
Until then, she stood facing the glass, and he contented himself with her weak reflection staring back into the room, as she herself, stared out.
Day/Theme: By the window
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Amalthea/Lir
Rating: G
She stood there, day after day, watching the waves come in and bash themselves into swirling foam on the rocks. He knew how the waves must feel. He had thrown himself at her, his deeds at her feet, his attempts at courtly speech on her ears, only to find her as unyielding and invulnerable as the stones in the tide. Time and time again, his hopes rose only to be dashed and crumbled into remnants around her.
He also envied the waves her attention. She would only spare him one of her soul-burning glances on occasion, but she would look for long hours out of windows or off balconies at the sea. Perhaps only the sea could bear to have her eyes on it for very long.
He didn’t want to see himself in her eyes, as his father did. He wanted to see her, looking back at him with any emotion at all. Pity, even. Anything that meant she felt something for him. That she was not entirely oblivious to the life he would gladly lay down for her.
Until then, she stood facing the glass, and he contented himself with her weak reflection staring back into the room, as she herself, stared out.