||I reread The Last Unicorn in it’s full entirety and all I can do is sit in silence and feel sorrow and regret, because absolutely no one wins beyong Schmendrick and Molly Grue. Lady Amalthea is dead yet she lives on inside of the The Unicorn, she is The Unicorn and The Unicorn has always been her. But no matter the wish or the will, unless her lilac woods are destroyed (which… Is how I play it out in my main verse.) she’s more human than ever yet she is most Unicorn as well. Peter S. beagle is very clever about resonating words that contradict one another.

I so desperately want a thread where Lady Amalthea and Prince Lir are madly inlove going on picnics and singing to one another, teaching each other to dance and wandering about running from Haggard in the castles cold, hard halls. I also want a thread where Amalthea returns to Lir, as silent as the dream she visited him in. It would murder and masacre me and,

Lir and Amalthea are really this organic couple that truly is the tradegy.
Both of them finally got what they wished and it is not what they truly desired.