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[Nov 2] [The Last Unicorn] Good-byes, and the Lack Thereof
Title: Good-byes, and the Lack Thereof
Day/Theme: two. I won’t forget your kind smile or your eyes hidden with sorrow
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Molly Grue
Rating: G
They left him there, waving goodbye, a prince now a king, a son who had lost his father for the second time.
He would be a better king than his father, Molly thought, waving a little bit longer. He had loved something, and lost it, been willing to die for it. For all his heartbreak, his smile was still gentle and he waved as long as she did, until they were both out of sight.
Like children saying goodbye instead of adults, Molly thought, and her own tears welled up again. She had felt like a sister to Lir in the castle, when by all rights, she should not have dared speak to him. He had never had a sister, or a mother, or any family at all but his cold, selfish father-who-was-not. He had come to the kitchen for warmth and company, had asked her advice and listened to it.
She wished the Unicorn could’ve said goodbye to him too. But if she couldn’t be there, that left only Molly to remember how kind his smile was through his misery, how dark his sorrow made his eyes. She wasn’t immortal like the Unicorn, couldn’t promise to carry the memory of his pain and honor him for it forever, but she could carry it all the rest of her life, and hope for happy endings.
Day/Theme: two. I won’t forget your kind smile or your eyes hidden with sorrow
Series: The Last Unicorn
Character/Pairing: Molly Grue
Rating: G
They left him there, waving goodbye, a prince now a king, a son who had lost his father for the second time.
He would be a better king than his father, Molly thought, waving a little bit longer. He had loved something, and lost it, been willing to die for it. For all his heartbreak, his smile was still gentle and he waved as long as she did, until they were both out of sight.
Like children saying goodbye instead of adults, Molly thought, and her own tears welled up again. She had felt like a sister to Lir in the castle, when by all rights, she should not have dared speak to him. He had never had a sister, or a mother, or any family at all but his cold, selfish father-who-was-not. He had come to the kitchen for warmth and company, had asked her advice and listened to it.
She wished the Unicorn could’ve said goodbye to him too. But if she couldn’t be there, that left only Molly to remember how kind his smile was through his misery, how dark his sorrow made his eyes. She wasn’t immortal like the Unicorn, couldn’t promise to carry the memory of his pain and honor him for it forever, but she could carry it all the rest of her life, and hope for happy endings.