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“ᴀs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ, sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇs ɪɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛs.”
[fic] [the last unicorn | lír -> unicorn(amalthea)] by the way i behave
Summary:
Petrichor, semafore, non sequitur, primogeniture… Lír is still searching.
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Petrichor, semafore, non sequitur, primogeniture…
Lír stretched his travel-weary limbs before the small fire. Time had chased away the gleaming gold hue of his hair and left in its place the dull brown of undyed wool, though it still hung around his face in careless ringlets.
The ogre had tormented the small fishing village for months, though it had been little trouble for Lír to dispatch it. He rewarded himself, as always, by singing down a meandering forested path back to his peopled inland castle. Just a few more days and he would haunt its sunlit halls again. He would dutifully play his part: ruling justly and wisely, and when the time came, ride out again to meet danger or enchantment or a maiden’s tears.
Molly had questioned the wisdom of his continued roving during her most recent visit with Schmendrick. The wizard, for his part, insisted that the unicorns roamed hidden and free, as intended; that their magic simply remained unnoticed by ordinary men. Clearly frustrated by some thwarted argument, Molly seemed to circle something she wouldn’t say. The sigh she heaved accentuated the gentle creases deepening on her face, and she hurriedly pushed Lír out the door after the next damsel who showed up to command his services.
In the deepest shadows of Lír’s heart, he fancied that the red thread that bound him to the Lady Amalthea had tangled and ensnared them both so hopelessly that they would be aware of danger or harm coming to one another. That some pointed, excruciating spear of certainty would stab at the core of him at the moment of her death. However, no such anxiety had ever leapt to mind, and so he was content to range the forests in endless pursuit.
This lush wood stood tranquil tonight and strangely empty of game, as though all its creatures had anticipated his leisurely approach and made themselves scarce. But Lír’s gently nickering horse wasn’t troubled, so neither was he. He would have no meat for dinner, though, so he satisfied himself with a deep drink from the cool stream bubbling nearby.
Not for the first time, Lír wondered: if he found her, would she know him?
Would she still love him?
The scent of lilac hung damp and heavy in the clearing. The fire crackled low at Lír’s feet, warming them through the leather of his boots. The air was quiet and still, and a blanket of drowsiness fell slowly over him. He closed his eyes to the lonely stars and composed another couplet as he fell asleep. Adore, metaphor, furthermore, troubadour…
That night, Lír dreamed of fine white hair, shining like a flower in the starlight, and amaranthine eyes. At once woman and unicorn, mortal and immortal, so close he could feel her bright cool skin and as remote as the moon. She turned her ageless and innocent gaze upon him once more and said nothing. The sight filled him with such a terrible, breast-beating sorrow that when he awoke he was surprised to touch his cheeks and find them dry.
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Some of the reference images I looked at while redesigning Lady Amalthea!
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Créditos al autor
And there are Lady Amalthea’s five looks!!
Which one is your favorite?
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lady amalthea stimboard, raffle prize for @overgrownbrambles !
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innocent and wise and full of pain...
your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. i would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Am I dead no... Busy yes.
Too busy to draw fan art of an 80s film starring a cartoon unicorn who goes through an existential crisis... Also yes but it didn't stop me!
Click for a better quality cause for some reason you gotta do that sometimes
“ I can feel this body dying…”
I loved “The Last Unicorn” as a kid. Amalthea was so pretty 🥰
Here’s some of mine
thinking about how peoples blorbos tend to be men on here (makes sense with the trends in fandom of men being prioritised etc etc) SO please reblog and tag your female blorbo(s). this is NOT the post to be like “[male character] becuz he’s a woman to me” i Will come to your house and bite you. anyway i’ll go first mine are susie and julie from dbd and carly jones from house of wax 🖤
Decided to use my first comfort character to the most recent.
Lady Amalthea from The Last Unicorn, 1982
I cannot tell y’all how many times I’ve listened to every songs and cried. Such a beautiful movie :’3
I redrew Lady Amalthea yet again haha
Lady Amalthea from The Last Unicorn, 1982
I cannot tell y’all how many times I’ve listened to every songs and cried. Such a beautiful movie :’3
…I did it again EXCEPT THIS TIME I actually got her hair right :DD
Lady Amalthea from The Last Unicorn, 1982
I cannot tell y’all how many times I’ve listened to every songs and cried. Such a beautiful movie :’3