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[Feb 7] [The Last Unicorn] Force of Habit
Title: Force of Habit
Day/Theme: Feb. 7 - "Virtue is the fount whence honour springs"
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Lir
Rating: PG
No matter what Lir had been before, he had become a hero. He didn’t even remember what he had been like before he had set eyes on Amalthea. He seemed to dimly recall a stillness and a loneliness and a lack of color, but that could be the recollection of anyone who had been stricken with love as suddenly as he had.
Anxious to prove himself to Amalthea, he had instead merely proven himself. He had slain dragons, overthrown tyrants, completed quests, and solved ancient riddles. It hadn’t won him the prize he had wanted, but it had earned him a reputation. He was hailed and respected wherever he went.
It had also changed his life. He had wanted to be worthy of her. He still did, even knowing it was impossible. It would be much harder to be worthy of a unicorn than it would be a strange young noblewoman, but he had to keep trying. It wasn’t as if he could just go find another woman to woo. There simply wasn’t anyone else. So the habit of heroism stuck. And he sometimes wondered, looking at the everyday people who praised him, if any of them were something other than human.
So, for their sakes, and for his own hopes, and just in case there were eyes the color of heaven watching him from the woods, he went on being a hero.
Day/Theme: Feb. 7 - "Virtue is the fount whence honour springs"
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Lir
Rating: PG
No matter what Lir had been before, he had become a hero. He didn’t even remember what he had been like before he had set eyes on Amalthea. He seemed to dimly recall a stillness and a loneliness and a lack of color, but that could be the recollection of anyone who had been stricken with love as suddenly as he had.
Anxious to prove himself to Amalthea, he had instead merely proven himself. He had slain dragons, overthrown tyrants, completed quests, and solved ancient riddles. It hadn’t won him the prize he had wanted, but it had earned him a reputation. He was hailed and respected wherever he went.
It had also changed his life. He had wanted to be worthy of her. He still did, even knowing it was impossible. It would be much harder to be worthy of a unicorn than it would be a strange young noblewoman, but he had to keep trying. It wasn’t as if he could just go find another woman to woo. There simply wasn’t anyone else. So the habit of heroism stuck. And he sometimes wondered, looking at the everyday people who praised him, if any of them were something other than human.
So, for their sakes, and for his own hopes, and just in case there were eyes the color of heaven watching him from the woods, he went on being a hero.