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Maybe I Don't Want It

Prompt: A fine mist...

A/N: For LJ.


The days would pass, and she would continue to lose track of time. It was a steady process, as they seemed to blend together, like colorful paint on a fresh, wide canvas. But even that didn't make her feel better.

For the better part of twenty years she'd searched the city, only to end up stuck in this rut.

But... was it really that bad? After all this time, she'd met so many people and bonded with them, coming to exist as far more than a piece of a well-loved Irish myth. Here, the people, her friends, didn't treat her as a Dullahan, but as one of their own. She felt very much like she belonged with them, like she had come into her own right, cutting the strings that tied her to the old world.

Sifting through the memories she did have, Celty couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been regarded with fear. Back home, she was part of a story that parents used to frighten children into behaving. She would ride through the night with her familar, fulfilling the role for which she had been designed. She imagined that it must have been wonderful at first, but after some time, she'd grown tired of it. They would flee from her in the dark, only to be caught and snatched away from the face of this beautiful, green earth.

Now that she'd found something so important, it was now a matter of finding her head or staying in Ikebukuro.

Were she to find it, what would happen then? Would it take over the rest of her, forcing her back to Ireland, or would she have the heart and strength to make the choice on her own?

It was no longer about having her head or not, but knowing whether or not she would be able to have what she wanted.

"You shouldn't worry about it, Celty," Shinra had said. "I know you came to Ikebukuro to take back what's yours, but I think you're charming without it. Really, it... makes you special. Beautiful."

Shinra could have been right. Maybe it would be best if she stayed here a little longer.

Maybe... she didn't really need a head after all.