Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight Chapter One/?
Author : Wu
Archive: Ask respectively first
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language (In later chapters)
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Authors note: I am SO revamping this whole series again, gomen for posting this again, though I haven't put this part up before, I'm just trying to fight my laziness and make the best of this that I can. Thanks! Chapter One, plus anything in //'s futher on down the fic will be told in Quatre's point of view.
Unicorn in the Moonlight.
Chapter One.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. It's alright, I won't hurt you, but.. take a good look. What is it that you see? Yes.. it is heartache.. and the fear of being alone. Here I sit on a rickety set of wooden steps that descend a small cliff, looking out into the ocean. I sometimes wonder if I didn't fill that ocean with my very own tears.
It rained last night. It was bitter and cold, the droplets stinging my upturned face as I gazed into the ominous stormclouds. I used to fear storms. When I was younger. Now... now the lightning just doesn't seem so.. Sudden, nor the thunder too loud or boisterous. It comes with age. Learning not to fear what generally won't hurt you. I'm not one to say that Lightning can't reach out and strike you as you stand.
So long ago. I wistfully sit here on these stairs, as I normally find myself doing. Looking down into the surf crashing onto the large rocks and just filling this ocean with my tears.
My laughter died. When he did, and so did I in a sense. If I could truly die.. I could be with him, but.. he told me he would look for me, search for me! I.. I believe him.. he has to be out there somewhere... *Somewhere*.. looking for me, praying I don't give up hope.. he must be out there.. he told me.. as I held his gnarled and aged hand, as I watched him fight for his breath.. he told me.. in that soft, sweet whisper.. that he would be back.
Oh how it broke my heart to watch him struggle so, with the remaining vestages of his precious life, listening to his promise as he gazed at me with those still intense forest green eyes. Such lovely... intense forest green eyes, though they may have lost their use, they never lost their spark. My Trowa.. oh..
I lower my head to keep laughing out loud. How many years ago has it been since my love passed away? Two, Three hundred years now? I shake my head softly, the sudden outburst of impending mirth dying inside of me. It was longer than that. Much much longer. How long on this earth have I lived without my dear Trowa?
He saved my life. So many years, centuries ago. He pulled me from the confines of a dreadful cage.. more of a box really, and took me into his home. He cleaned my body, my wounds.. he fed me, held my hand when I feared the storm, loved me deep into the night when my nightmares had awoken us both. In the end.. it was I who had taken care of him. He lived well into his 90's. Such a good man. I will never stop loving him. I can't. And when he died.. we were both sitting up in bed, me behind him, holding him, and he reclined against me, my cheek against his forhead. It was hard for him to breathe if he lay on his back, so every night, I would lie behind him, propping him up just to keep him comfortable. I would do anything for him... though I have to admit, our meeting was a rather rocking beginning. He was so stubborn. Never let anyone near save for his sister Catherine and I will tell you now. That woman was a *Saint*!
I will never forget our last sunrise together.. oh no. I remember that morning well. I remember how the sunlight streamed into our bedroom, having the nerve to look warm and cheerful. What right did it have to be so peaceful as my love lay dying in my arms, taking his final breaths as I held him. I wipe a tear angrily away at that memory. I made my promise to him to love him for enternity.. and he made the promise that he would indeed come back to me. To wait for him.
A dying mans foolish promise perhaps. But I believe him. We spoke our, "I love you's." Then... I held him, until he breathed no more, until his fading, rasping breath was nothing more than a promise to see one another again. I think the breaking of my heart was audible. I held onto him because I just couldn't cry, but instead, I watched the rays of sun as they lay ever so cheerfully apon the old, scuffed wooden floor, I watched as they slowly trekked from one end of the room to finally lay across the foot of our bed, I always knew it was time for him to come in from feeding the animals when I saw the sunlight laying across the foot of his bed and along the wooden planks of the floor. The wooden floor where he paced back and forth if I was late from gathering supplies from a near by town. Where we would meet at the foot of the bed to give eachother a greeting touch apon the lips. Where he once, in the beginning, had grown so angry with me for invading his privacy, that he lifted his trunk and threw it against the wall. He never threw it at me though.
So... I have faith that my beloved friend, my dearest lover, and my most precious Trowa will be granted life, and search for me. There must be a way to keep him enternally young, as I am, but.. he is human, and what am I? A lovestruck Unicorn with nothing better to do than to sit on a rickety staircase on the side of a small cliff, crying my eyes out and filling up the ocean below me with my tears as the surf crashes into the large rocks by the shore.
Perhaps, he meant to live again by me telling my story. That is, after all, how to remain immortal.. which is to be remembered. So I shall. I shall tell you of my one true love. My brave hero. I allow myself to chuckle out loud for a moment. Had I been sucessful in the search for the Alicorn Rose.. we would have even had children.
Now, now. Don't look at me as such. There is no physical way that we could carry a child. The Alicorn Rose.. is actually a stone that was hidden deep into a cave long before I was even concieved. Long ago, when unicorns and humans were friends, it came to be so when one of each species and of the same gender came together, as Trowa and I did, they would both take the stone and wish with all of their hearts for a child. And a child they would have, inheriting the best from both parents. It's sweet really. I sometimes think back, and pretend.. what if I had found it? At least.. I would have a child. I wouldn't be alone.
How the Alicorn Rose works is rather strange. As I stated, they would both hold the stone, which was about the size of an owls egg, on their fingertips and wish as hard as a heart could wish. Then, they would give it back to the Rose's keeper and exit the cave. If the wish was granted, they would find an amulet, or perhaps I should say... the amulet would find them. Now, the one who was going to take the maternal role of the child, would wear this amulet around their neck, doing their best to allow the stone to lay close to the heart, so the babe within could hear the mothers, or in the case of Trowa and I if I had found the Rose, around whoevers neck chose to be the mother, so it could hear the heartbeat.
All during the nine months of gestation, the stone in the amulet would remain the same size. You can see, from what I hear from legends, the babe grow within the crystal! Isn't that amazing! When it was time for the child to emerge, the chain on the amulet would break, causing the whole thing to fall to the ground, where the crystal, what we call the child jewel, there was silver holding the crystal into place, like a diamond in a ring, that silver would snap, the crystal jewel would grow, then... kinda.. break.
I sit back and laugh. You can say.. your child isn't born, it's hatched.
I sigh softly, leaning my back into the jagged edges of the rocks protruding from the cliff behind me, then stare into the sea. Tears for a child I never had a chance to have with Trowa now begin to fall. I just can't seem to get my memories into that dark closet each one of us has in our hearts. I guess I'm selfish, as I continually pull his face up before my minds eye. Or... maybe I'm not.. Maybe I *Am* keeping him alive.. remembering him smile, hearing his laughter and remembering *Just* how much taller than me he was. Mercy Mercy me.
So, travler. Here is my story. Thank you for listening.. for allowing me to let my love live once again. Safe, strong, warm and able to hold me once again. I hug myself against the cool ocean breeze.. and somehow, I can feel him hold me once again. He behind me, keeping me warm, his chin apon the top of my head. Oh how I wish I could go back to those days and the safty of his love and his embrace...
Just allow me to take a deep breath before I start this tail. I hope you enjoy hearing it as much as I enjoyed living it.
~~TBC
Author : Wu
Archive: Ask respectively first
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language (In later chapters)
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Authors note: I am SO revamping this whole series again, gomen for posting this again, though I haven't put this part up before, I'm just trying to fight my laziness and make the best of this that I can. Thanks! Chapter One, plus anything in //'s futher on down the fic will be told in Quatre's point of view.
Unicorn in the Moonlight.
Chapter One.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. It's alright, I won't hurt you, but.. take a good look. What is it that you see? Yes.. it is heartache.. and the fear of being alone. Here I sit on a rickety set of wooden steps that descend a small cliff, looking out into the ocean. I sometimes wonder if I didn't fill that ocean with my very own tears.
It rained last night. It was bitter and cold, the droplets stinging my upturned face as I gazed into the ominous stormclouds. I used to fear storms. When I was younger. Now... now the lightning just doesn't seem so.. Sudden, nor the thunder too loud or boisterous. It comes with age. Learning not to fear what generally won't hurt you. I'm not one to say that Lightning can't reach out and strike you as you stand.
So long ago. I wistfully sit here on these stairs, as I normally find myself doing. Looking down into the surf crashing onto the large rocks and just filling this ocean with my tears.
My laughter died. When he did, and so did I in a sense. If I could truly die.. I could be with him, but.. he told me he would look for me, search for me! I.. I believe him.. he has to be out there somewhere... *Somewhere*.. looking for me, praying I don't give up hope.. he must be out there.. he told me.. as I held his gnarled and aged hand, as I watched him fight for his breath.. he told me.. in that soft, sweet whisper.. that he would be back.
Oh how it broke my heart to watch him struggle so, with the remaining vestages of his precious life, listening to his promise as he gazed at me with those still intense forest green eyes. Such lovely... intense forest green eyes, though they may have lost their use, they never lost their spark. My Trowa.. oh..
I lower my head to keep laughing out loud. How many years ago has it been since my love passed away? Two, Three hundred years now? I shake my head softly, the sudden outburst of impending mirth dying inside of me. It was longer than that. Much much longer. How long on this earth have I lived without my dear Trowa?
He saved my life. So many years, centuries ago. He pulled me from the confines of a dreadful cage.. more of a box really, and took me into his home. He cleaned my body, my wounds.. he fed me, held my hand when I feared the storm, loved me deep into the night when my nightmares had awoken us both. In the end.. it was I who had taken care of him. He lived well into his 90's. Such a good man. I will never stop loving him. I can't. And when he died.. we were both sitting up in bed, me behind him, holding him, and he reclined against me, my cheek against his forhead. It was hard for him to breathe if he lay on his back, so every night, I would lie behind him, propping him up just to keep him comfortable. I would do anything for him... though I have to admit, our meeting was a rather rocking beginning. He was so stubborn. Never let anyone near save for his sister Catherine and I will tell you now. That woman was a *Saint*!
I will never forget our last sunrise together.. oh no. I remember that morning well. I remember how the sunlight streamed into our bedroom, having the nerve to look warm and cheerful. What right did it have to be so peaceful as my love lay dying in my arms, taking his final breaths as I held him. I wipe a tear angrily away at that memory. I made my promise to him to love him for enternity.. and he made the promise that he would indeed come back to me. To wait for him.
A dying mans foolish promise perhaps. But I believe him. We spoke our, "I love you's." Then... I held him, until he breathed no more, until his fading, rasping breath was nothing more than a promise to see one another again. I think the breaking of my heart was audible. I held onto him because I just couldn't cry, but instead, I watched the rays of sun as they lay ever so cheerfully apon the old, scuffed wooden floor, I watched as they slowly trekked from one end of the room to finally lay across the foot of our bed, I always knew it was time for him to come in from feeding the animals when I saw the sunlight laying across the foot of his bed and along the wooden planks of the floor. The wooden floor where he paced back and forth if I was late from gathering supplies from a near by town. Where we would meet at the foot of the bed to give eachother a greeting touch apon the lips. Where he once, in the beginning, had grown so angry with me for invading his privacy, that he lifted his trunk and threw it against the wall. He never threw it at me though.
So... I have faith that my beloved friend, my dearest lover, and my most precious Trowa will be granted life, and search for me. There must be a way to keep him enternally young, as I am, but.. he is human, and what am I? A lovestruck Unicorn with nothing better to do than to sit on a rickety staircase on the side of a small cliff, crying my eyes out and filling up the ocean below me with my tears as the surf crashes into the large rocks by the shore.
Perhaps, he meant to live again by me telling my story. That is, after all, how to remain immortal.. which is to be remembered. So I shall. I shall tell you of my one true love. My brave hero. I allow myself to chuckle out loud for a moment. Had I been sucessful in the search for the Alicorn Rose.. we would have even had children.
Now, now. Don't look at me as such. There is no physical way that we could carry a child. The Alicorn Rose.. is actually a stone that was hidden deep into a cave long before I was even concieved. Long ago, when unicorns and humans were friends, it came to be so when one of each species and of the same gender came together, as Trowa and I did, they would both take the stone and wish with all of their hearts for a child. And a child they would have, inheriting the best from both parents. It's sweet really. I sometimes think back, and pretend.. what if I had found it? At least.. I would have a child. I wouldn't be alone.
How the Alicorn Rose works is rather strange. As I stated, they would both hold the stone, which was about the size of an owls egg, on their fingertips and wish as hard as a heart could wish. Then, they would give it back to the Rose's keeper and exit the cave. If the wish was granted, they would find an amulet, or perhaps I should say... the amulet would find them. Now, the one who was going to take the maternal role of the child, would wear this amulet around their neck, doing their best to allow the stone to lay close to the heart, so the babe within could hear the mothers, or in the case of Trowa and I if I had found the Rose, around whoevers neck chose to be the mother, so it could hear the heartbeat.
All during the nine months of gestation, the stone in the amulet would remain the same size. You can see, from what I hear from legends, the babe grow within the crystal! Isn't that amazing! When it was time for the child to emerge, the chain on the amulet would break, causing the whole thing to fall to the ground, where the crystal, what we call the child jewel, there was silver holding the crystal into place, like a diamond in a ring, that silver would snap, the crystal jewel would grow, then... kinda.. break.
I sit back and laugh. You can say.. your child isn't born, it's hatched.
I sigh softly, leaning my back into the jagged edges of the rocks protruding from the cliff behind me, then stare into the sea. Tears for a child I never had a chance to have with Trowa now begin to fall. I just can't seem to get my memories into that dark closet each one of us has in our hearts. I guess I'm selfish, as I continually pull his face up before my minds eye. Or... maybe I'm not.. Maybe I *Am* keeping him alive.. remembering him smile, hearing his laughter and remembering *Just* how much taller than me he was. Mercy Mercy me.
So, travler. Here is my story. Thank you for listening.. for allowing me to let my love live once again. Safe, strong, warm and able to hold me once again. I hug myself against the cool ocean breeze.. and somehow, I can feel him hold me once again. He behind me, keeping me warm, his chin apon the top of my head. Oh how I wish I could go back to those days and the safty of his love and his embrace...
Just allow me to take a deep breath before I start this tail. I hope you enjoy hearing it as much as I enjoyed living it.
~~TBC