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Hand of fate the maiden1/29/2024 She could believe that a unicorn would make its way here, to this city. It was an itch between her shoulder blades. She picked up three of the feathers, and put them in the ancient leather bag that she wore slung across her chest. The scent of summer and roses and frankincense that lingered to mingle with the other, less pleasant, scents of a city alley. The tiny white feathers that looked like down from a pillow but that chimed like glass when they hit the ground. The shimmer that clung to the ground, visible under ultraviolet light. The unicorn had been here-she knew the signs. The hunter stood in the mouth of the alley. The maiden ran up the side of her building, and disappeared. An end was all it wanted, and she was an end made flesh.Ī crash. This great forest of steel surrounding it, its feet aching from asphalt and concrete. It held her gaze as it swayed on its feet. The unicorn raised its head and saw the maiden. Then stopped at the bottom, pinned by its gaze. She climbed through her window and clattered down the fire escape. But whatever the reason or the rules, a unicorn was here, and she could see it. And maybe it would still be there even if she’d screwed her entire high school football team and then had an orgy with the cheerleading squad as a palate cleanser. That wasn’t exactly the point right now, though. If unicorns cared so much about virginity, where were the pictures of unicorns with their heads in the laps of dude-maidens, that was what she wanted to know. It was pretty clear from the art and the mythology surrounding them-the hunt for the unicorn ending with its horn in a lady-maiden’s lap-that the whole “unicorns only like virgins” thing was just another way the patriarchy policed women’s sexuality. Not that she really thought unicorns cared about virginity, either. Which, since there was an actual fucking unicorn walking down the alley outside of her apartment, seemed in retrospect like a really good decision. She just hadn’t ever wanted to badly enough. She wasn’t opposed to the idea of sex, didn’t think the simple act of having sex with someone had to be a big deal, and sure, she went to Mass and knew what the priests taught, but she figured God was actually a lot less concerned about that sort of thing than they were. She had never intended to be a nineteen-year-old virgin. Series: The Tales of Gorlen Vizenfirthe.Series: From the Lost Travelers’ Tour Guide.People of Colo(u)r Destroy Science Fiction!.
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