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[Feb 2] [The Last Unicorn] Can't Compete with the Sea
Title: Can't Compete with the Sea
Day/Theme: 2 Waves vied for your attention
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: The Cat, Amalthea/Lir
Rating: PG
The spice and acid smell of the dragon's blood had drawn the old pirate cat from the kitchen. He preferred to stay there, where new warmth and food had set up residence after so long of nothing but dust, but it wasn't every day a dragon died. The cat followed the good prince, who didn't notice, as he went up the stone stairs two at a time. He smelled like exhaustion, blood, and hope. The cat knew better and hung back when the prince went to present the dragon's pelt to the Unicorn.
Poor, good-hearted fool. The cat smirked and settled down to watch. Amalthea turned from the sea. Well, only half-turned, really. Her body tilted slightly toward the prince, her hands not leaving the railing. She took in the skin of scales and feather-like fur, and then up at the prince's hopeful face. Her expression didn't change, but something in her eyes did. How dare he come with the stink of death to wave the bloodied skin of a dead monster in her face? Even if that wasn't her intended message, it was the one he heard. The prince wilted as she turned away again without a word. Her attention went back to the waves throwing themselves at the foot of her tower, and after a moment, he slunk away again.
The cat followed him back down the stairs. They both stopped at the door that led to the kitchen. The cat could hear Molly humming faintly to herself over the hiss of the fire and the slosh of dishwater. The cat personally preferred Molly to the Unicorn. The Unicorn was beautiful, even to a cat's point of view, but otherworldly so, heartbreakingly so, if you were human. Cats' hearts were hard to break, partly because they tended to chose more wisely. Molly was not an otherworldly beauty, but she was warm of hand and heart, and rather than gaze off into the endlessness of sea and sky, she did her peering into pots of stews and the blazing hearts of ovens.
The prince would be better off courting her, the cat thought, trotting smugly down the stairs to lean into Molly's ankles. A mate who brought warmth and food, and a husky purr of a voice was much better than one who stared into nothing and never spoke, and would never be yours, no matter how pretty. And there was no ocean to compete with for Molly. The wizard, maybe, but not the sea.
Day/Theme: 2 Waves vied for your attention
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: The Cat, Amalthea/Lir
Rating: PG
The spice and acid smell of the dragon's blood had drawn the old pirate cat from the kitchen. He preferred to stay there, where new warmth and food had set up residence after so long of nothing but dust, but it wasn't every day a dragon died. The cat followed the good prince, who didn't notice, as he went up the stone stairs two at a time. He smelled like exhaustion, blood, and hope. The cat knew better and hung back when the prince went to present the dragon's pelt to the Unicorn.
Poor, good-hearted fool. The cat smirked and settled down to watch. Amalthea turned from the sea. Well, only half-turned, really. Her body tilted slightly toward the prince, her hands not leaving the railing. She took in the skin of scales and feather-like fur, and then up at the prince's hopeful face. Her expression didn't change, but something in her eyes did. How dare he come with the stink of death to wave the bloodied skin of a dead monster in her face? Even if that wasn't her intended message, it was the one he heard. The prince wilted as she turned away again without a word. Her attention went back to the waves throwing themselves at the foot of her tower, and after a moment, he slunk away again.
The cat followed him back down the stairs. They both stopped at the door that led to the kitchen. The cat could hear Molly humming faintly to herself over the hiss of the fire and the slosh of dishwater. The cat personally preferred Molly to the Unicorn. The Unicorn was beautiful, even to a cat's point of view, but otherworldly so, heartbreakingly so, if you were human. Cats' hearts were hard to break, partly because they tended to chose more wisely. Molly was not an otherworldly beauty, but she was warm of hand and heart, and rather than gaze off into the endlessness of sea and sky, she did her peering into pots of stews and the blazing hearts of ovens.
The prince would be better off courting her, the cat thought, trotting smugly down the stairs to lean into Molly's ankles. A mate who brought warmth and food, and a husky purr of a voice was much better than one who stared into nothing and never spoke, and would never be yours, no matter how pretty. And there was no ocean to compete with for Molly. The wizard, maybe, but not the sea.