As We Neared The Next Building In The Abandoned Town, The Highwayman Just Offered Me A Hankie.
As we neared the next building in the abandoned town, the highwayman just offered me a hankie.
"Um. Why?" I questioned him as a light flurry fell between us.
"You've sneezed every time we go from direct sunlight," he told me as he looked up to the partially cloudy skies above, "into a building and vice versa."
Why would he care if I sneezed or not? It's just sneezing. Although, I never noticed that I did that before.
"Just get going," he muttered when he caught sight of my expression. But there was something else in his tone. He wasn't angry like I thought he'd be.
"Thank you," I whispered as I took the hankie; processing what I realized.
"You can thank me when we get to where we need to be."
Like he predicted, when we crossed into the threshold of the building, I sneezed.
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“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”
The unicorn pawed the ground, aggrivated. I didn't know much about animals but I was taking this as a warning.
"It's okay," my stranger soothed, walking forward slow enough to not spook the oakwood unicorn.
It grunted and looked like it was about to charge and skewer him to a tree.
"Hey!" he snapped at the sentinel. He had guts to even think about doing that to a sentinel.
The unicorn reared its head in a way as if to ask, "What are you going to do?"
The highwayman walked forward with the same commanding presence that he just used. My best guess is that he needed the unicorn to know that he was in no mood for funny business.
"Hey, there," he murmured when he could pet the unicorn's mossy head. "Do you want a snack? Snack?" He pulled an apple out and presented it to the sentinel.
The oakwood unicorn, much calmer now, ate the apple.
"Come on, let's sit down," the highwayman suggested while he guided the unicorn down.
It nickered as it lied down beside him. Just as he put his hand in its hair, it laid it head down on his lap.
"And here I thought that only pure maidens could do that to a unicorn," I commented.
The highwayman just smiled up at me, "I have a horse like this one back at home." He looked down at the unicorn. "Mine has beautiful black fur and a sweet temperament."
The unicorn grumbled.
"Hey, I'm a little biased since she is my horse. You are a very handsome boy for a unicorn but you can't let my horse know that I said that, okay?" he told the resting unicorn.
The unicorn rolled so its head rested on the highwayman's abdomen. As the unicorn was moving, my highwayman made it so he was on his back.
"I'm very uncomfortable," he told me. I think he was on a decent sized, dull rock.
The unicorn nickered.
"Oh? Are you comfortable?" the highwayman asked the unicorn in possible sarcasm.
It had the audacity to nicker again.
His head hit the ground as he mumbled, "Of course you are." His troubled gaze found me again. "You better get comfortable, too. We might be here for awhile."
I couldn't help but giggle a little.
for 2024:
read a lot and read everything
film and art and music are what builds ur soul
be outside
love and romance will not come to you any quicker if you are focused on it constantly
possessions don't improve things
movement does improve things
university is <4 years of the rest of your life - make the most of it
find the pleasure in hard work
lose the pleasure in scrolling
creation is essential
joy, love & intelligence are the tenets of life
stagnation isn't inevitable. no person is in a fixed state. you can always change
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The gentle king was surrounded by many children, as if he himself was one.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold in my tears.
Why was it that I couldn't have that? Why did I have to be feared?
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was getting emotional over a picture used to tell tales to children.
Through foggy eyes, I looked back at the kind; fabled king. Why couldn't he be real?
You know, it occurred to me that the whole "commit arson to burn the Gävle goat" vs "save the goat at any cost (to our taxpayers)" thing is basically a match of Yule themed Counter-Strike Sweden plays with itself every year, and every time they update the Wikipedia page to say TERRORISTS WIN the goat was destroyed, the whole world is like
“Lost things have a way of showing up when you need them most,” the king replied to the minister’s concern of a beloved object that belonged to the king’s disappearance. “What was lost will show up before you know it.” He lightly patted the minister’s shoulder before going off to face the festering crowd.
don't give up
Taking one look at him, something dawned on me. He was like me, looked like me in a sense. He had the dark, bark-like pattern that I have.
Only his was in a different shape.
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