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somethinghuman) wrote2018-06-24 06:15 pm
somethinghuman) wrote2018-06-24 06:15 pm
I found something, In the woods somewhere
It'd been two days since he'd helped Amalthea hide in the woods, and R was already anxious about that decision. Unicorn or not, there might be wolves, or predators, or just bad things out there that might set their sights on her. She may be magic, but she was alone.
She might get lonely. He knew he did.
He waffled and fretted for a few hours that morning before he finally decided that yes, he was clingy, but he was being clingy in her best interests. Maybe stopping at her own flower shop to get lilacs just because she'd said she liked them was dumb, especially considering she was a unicorn and not a girl, and he was buying flowers in a city just to take them into the woods. But he thought that if there was any chance she was lonely, or sad, that she might like them.
The trek to the woods took longer without someone to keep him on a straight path. By the time he found the creek the flowers were sort of limp and wilted, and his shoes and pant legs were muddy. But he'd found the right place, and now he just needed to find the girl. The unicorn.
She might get lonely. He knew he did.
He waffled and fretted for a few hours that morning before he finally decided that yes, he was clingy, but he was being clingy in her best interests. Maybe stopping at her own flower shop to get lilacs just because she'd said she liked them was dumb, especially considering she was a unicorn and not a girl, and he was buying flowers in a city just to take them into the woods. But he thought that if there was any chance she was lonely, or sad, that she might like them.
The trek to the woods took longer without someone to keep him on a straight path. By the time he found the creek the flowers were sort of limp and wilted, and his shoes and pant legs were muddy. But he'd found the right place, and now he just needed to find the girl. The unicorn.
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They were both as they should be, and she took joy in that. R's words came easier to him, his movements less bogged down, more deliberate. He seemed far less like he was trying to force himself to be something and much more like he was simply... being.
"How do you feel?"
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Eagerly, he ran a hand over the grass and bit around a grin when it was slippery with moisture. He dipped a hand into the water and yanked it back when it was almost cold.
Huffing a laugh, he turned and wrapped his arms around Amalthea's neck. She was soft, almost silky, and warm. Grinning he pressed his face in close and let the hair tickle his forehead. For once, there was no secret urge to bite he had to squash down.
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"And you're alright?" She knew well how jarring sudden changes could be, but perhaps it wasn't painful or strange to him to be himself again, no matter how long he'd spent as a zombie. "Do you... remember anything?"
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He tried to picture his family's names and faces, but nothing came. Then his own, his home, his school, his friends and the only ones he could think of were Julie and M, and then the people he'd met in Darrow. A sliver of disappointment stung, but it didn't bite the way he expected. "No," he shook his head. "Maybe it's too soon?"
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The unicorn found herself feeling a strange, unwelcome doubt: what if this didn't last? What if, before long, R went back to the way he was when they met? What if she did? If this was some strange trick on Darrow's part, maybe her healing of him would only last as long as she did. She shivered and tried to push the doubt and the fear from her mind: she hadn't been plagued by such feelings before becoming human, and she could not shake them off, even as an immortal.
She looked at R, fond and soft, and gave him a gentle nudge. "Is there anything that you want to do now that you are alive again?"