When I was a child, I didn’t question this scene. The unicorn didn’t know what she’d done (and really, how could she), but Molly was hurting, and if she wanted to forgive her then the unicorn would give her what she needed to heal. I identified a lot with the unicorn, back then.
When I was a teenager, I remember feeling a little more indignant on the unicorn’s behalf, like Schmendrick. This is a unicorn! That she exists at all is a miracle! She didn’t even know who Molly was! How could she be expected to help some nobody, without prompting, without knowledge? Why does the unicorn need anyone to forgive her?
Now, I get it. I get Molly.
She’s not talking to the unicorn. Not really.
Life is not fair. Everyone says it, everyone knows it. And because everyone knows it, sometimes you bury it. For years, you bury the fury and sadness and broken hopes, because what else is there to do? Getting angry won’t change it. Wishing won’t change it. So you bury it, and you try to forget.
And then, when you’ve told yourself a thousand times that you accepted it, that it doesn’t bother you, that you’re okay without it, really… only then does it come around a corner, without fanfare, without reason, just standing there for you? As if it was right there all along? The dream that turns out to be real, that you might have had years and years ago, back when it could have saved you so much pain?
God, yes, you’re going to yell. And curse. And cry. People don’t tell you just how much they cry. Nobody wants you to know just how much things like this can hurt.
But it’s also your dream, and it’s here now, and you still love it. It’s not its fault. It’s not your fault. It just happened that way.
Molly isn’t really talking to the unicorn. She’s talking to a girl who swallowed her anger and sorrow so she could get on with her life. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right, but Molly knows why she did it. And it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.
Some surprise unicorns for a lovely lady on Etsy who bought my last picture {we’re doing a tlu trade} (I hope she hasn’t got tumblr so she doesn’t see this yet) I’ll be sending these off today, so I thought I would share them with you before they go~
(Deleting my captions means your gonna get blocked, sorry✌️)
“She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have only in a shy, thin imitation and goats in dancing mockery.” – Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Once, I can’t remember, I was long ago, someone strange. I was innocent and wise, and full of pain. Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed. Once, when I was searching, somewhere out of reach, far away, in a place I could not find, or heart obey. Now that I’m a woman, everything is strange.
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.”
A doodle turned into a full-on painting of one of my favourite childhood movies (and novels), The Last Unicorn. This still makes me cry 8D so I had to do fanart for it! I love it so much, and I really recommend it to any fantasy lover!!!
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