Title: the moon finds mirrors in seas and puddles
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Denise Levertov
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Schmendrick/Molly
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: third
Prompt: The Last Unicorn, Schmendrick, endless
He walks and walks and walks. The world changes around him. He buried Molly days ago. (longerlongerlonger, Molly m'love, be at peace)
He recognizes nothing beyond the sky. The trees are different, the road, the dwellings and the people living there. He walks.
He encounters a dream as he walks, such a beauty he hasn't seen in - not since Molly.
Schmendrick, the dream says. I remember you. She tosses her head, horn gleaming. Oh, magician, what's become of you?
His magic is singing. Molly is dead. A dream is walking beside him, and she says, Be at peace, magician. You have walked long enough.
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Molly greets him at the gate. He can see the ocean in the distance, and pale horses dancing in the waves.