The floor is covered in so much blood. The unicorn's tongue protrudes from its mouth, spotted and lifeless as the rest of it, blood slowly seeping from its side and its eye.
The witch-queen ignores all this, pulling herself from the horn casually, one hand gripping her wounded shoulder while the other refuses to let go of the cleaver.
And then she turns her head, scanning the room for what she'd cleverly devised this entire inn stage-set for, her eyes alighting at the sight of the young man and his star huddled by the fireplace.
A slow smile appears on her lips, splattered with drops of blood, and her grip tightens around the hilt of her knife.
"The burning golden heart of a star at peace is so much finer than the flickering heart of a little frightened star," she says, as though reading from a text. Her voice is cold, distant.
"But even the heart of a star who is afraid and scared is better by far than no heart at all."
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Date: 2007-05-14 03:50 am (UTC)The witch-queen ignores all this, pulling herself from the horn casually, one hand gripping her wounded shoulder while the other refuses to let go of the cleaver.
And then she turns her head, scanning the room for what she'd cleverly devised this entire inn stage-set for, her eyes alighting at the sight of the young man and his star huddled by the fireplace.
A slow smile appears on her lips, splattered with drops of blood, and her grip tightens around the hilt of her knife.
"The burning golden heart of a star at peace is so much finer than the flickering heart of a little frightened star," she says, as though reading from a text. Her voice is cold, distant.
"But even the heart of a star who is afraid and scared is better by far than no heart at all."