Both sided fascination
warning : fascination for eachother
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The sun shone down on the flea market in Brussels on an almost cloudless day. The light fell on many old and new objects, the many people, illuminating their intentions and also helping one particular artist to slowly but surely finish his work.
It also illuminated the red hair and the fine, light freckles of the journalist who dutifully held still to be able to look at his work in a few minutes. ,,Just one more moment" he heard the artist say and tried to keep his smile as small as possible so as not to blur the picture.
His eyes wandered down for a moment to his most faithful companion.
Snowy, his white fox terrier, who until just now had been lying obediently at his feet. But his pet seemed to have already lost interest in the people walking past them.
He tilted his little head slightly, ears perked with interest, and moved a few metres away from his friend and owner. ,,Wait Snowy" the red-haired young man said and looked into the crowd for a moment.
He saw the small white tuft of fur sniffing the ground but paused. Assessing whether or not he should look further. ,,Tell me, have I painted you before? You have such a familiar face?" he heard the artist speak with a slight accent, looking at him with interest and a lovely smile. ,,From time to time," the red-haired man said and shifted slightly on the chair to find his right place again.
Since he had been in the same position for some time. ,,But I know you from the newspaper, a reporter don't you?" he asked, seeming to remember his client and short-time model. ,,I'm a journalist," he answered curtly and saw the reminiscent nod of the older man before he continued painting.
Snowy, meanwhile, had almost come back to his host, looking for help and impatient, and was getting his ear lightly tickled. But a few seconds later he saw someone in the crowd who caught his attention. The light tapping sound and the clawing on the stone pavement were, however, suppressed by the surrounding noise.
But the people did not stop Snowy from moving further away from the two. ,,Here, I think I've got it right," said the artist, handing the picture over to his customer with satisfaction. Looking at himself in a comic-like manner, his smile grew bigger as he looked at himself. ,,You got me good. How do you like it Snowy?" his voice formed into a slightly worried question as he turned to his dog, but the little white animal was not there.
He took the drawing from the canvas and rolled it up in his coat pocket. He took the coin out of his pocket, gave it to the sketch artist and left. ,,Where did he run off to now?" he muttered and began to walk on through the market, past the many people, looking for his way.
Walking past a few more stalls before he came to a stall with many older mirrors. Round, square, oval - every shape seemed to be represented. Almost unconsciously, he ran a hand over the small tip of his hair.
Hoping it would be flat for once and not stick out like always. Of course he thought as he saw in the corner of his eye how only a few seconds later his hair stood up again. ,,Snowy!" he called again and looked at himself in the mirror before taking his eyes off his image when he heard the sound of a dog running and barking. ,,Snowy, where have you been? Chasing cats again?" he asked, relieved and pleased to have his faithful companion back with him.
The little dog happily jumped up to him, stood on his hind legs and demanded a few strokes for his return. He complied and knelt down and scratched Snowy behind the ears. A satisfied sound came from the dog, who wagged his tail happily. He stroked his dog for a moment before lifting his gaze and looking in the mirror.
His bright eyes showed astonishment as he turned around almost convincing himself that it was not his imagination. ,,Wow Snowy, look at that" he said and the little dog followed his owner who walked over to the rather large model ship.
A stand that belonged to an old man who offered this model next to pictures, books and everything else. The red-haired man stepped closer. He looked through the glass case at the well-preserved and beautifully crafted ship.
His mind was racing but he knew exactly the descriptions, legends, sayings and history behind it. I can almost hear the sound of the waves, he thought, and a smile flashed across his face as his eyes took in every little detail of the ship, fascinated. Of the gallant figure that also gave the ship its name. A golden unicorn.
To the many small cannons and the three large masts. ,,Isn't she a beauty?" he murmured and walked around the ship a little to get a better look at it. ,,By an old sea captain," the old man said, adjusting his round glasses as he watched his customer. ,,Unicorn," he read the slightly verbal but still legible writing on the stern of the ship. ,,Didn't I say Unicorn from the sixteenth century?". ,,Seventeenth century would be more like it," the younger man almost interrupted him and the salesman seemed to be a mixture of puzzled and offended.
He continued to look at the ship and heard the man's voice, ,,The finest ship that ever sailed of which you will find no other, my friend," he said. The dog owner had already decided that this ship would be part of his collection. My best find today he thought as he pondered the price. ,,I'll give you a pound," he replied, and without hesitation the man was satisfied.
He happily got up from his chair and accepted the coin with gratitude, almost overjoyed. At last he had found someone to take care of his old stuff. Not realising that only a few metres away, an American man was walking through the crowd of people, heading straight for the ship. The seller calmly said, ,,Now be careful" and took the ship out of its protective box before handing it over to its new owner.
He had just taken it in his arms when the unknown man beside them came to a halt, out of breath and sweating. ,,Hey buddy, how much for the ship?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his face with a cloth. ,,Oh, I'm sorry, but I've already sold it to the young gentleman," he said, and the man immediately turned to the boy. ,,Listen, how much do you want for it? I'll give you double that," he said and put a hand on the younger man's shoulder in a gesture of friendship.
An American thought the journalist and shook his head slightly. ,,I'm sorry, but I'm not selling it," the younger man replied and freed himself from the other man's hand.
He saw that the man was not pleased and seemed almost nervous. ,,Look boy, I'm trying to help you. I don't think you're in any danger," he said with a sigh and walked around the smaller one. ,,What kind of danger?" he asked, holding his boat tighter, almost like a refelx. ,,I warned you to get rid of the boat. These people don't play nice," he warned hastily before hurrying away faster than seemed almost necessary. ,,What people?" he asked, though it was more to himself.
He took a step back and felt himself bump into someone. ,,Wonderful," he suddenly heard a voice behind him, it sounded somewhat older, interested and almost fascinated. But who was this fascination for? Him or the boat. Turning around, he saw an older man. His turquoise green eyes had immediately gone to the striking red colour of the coat. A custom made he thought, and underneath a red almost velvety suit vest.
The white shirt at his neck held by the red tie. The beard and the hair in the same dark brown tone rounded off with the glasses which had a golden frame that sat on his face. And in his hands the staff he almost missed.
Likewise a seemingly custom-made piece of wood. He was definitely fascinating for the journalist. The man's blue eyes swept over him, looking from the striking hair to the particular colour of the eyes. To the fine hands that clutched the ship. ,,Do you mind if I pay with a check?" he asked the older man entusiastically, but he only pointed at the redhead. ,,If you want to buy it, talk to him," he said and sat down on his chair.
There seemed to be something almost like fascination in the man's blue eyes. But why? ,,I see...well then let the boy name his price" he demanded more calmly his tone leaving only a small sentence open for the annoyance in his voice.
As he clicked his pen and turned to the younger one. The older salesman mumbled something about his bad luck and missed opportunities as he turned to his things, shaking his head. But neither of the other two seemed to be paying any attention to him, rather, they were both paying attention to each other. ,,I'm very sorry, but I've already told the other man I'm not selling," he replied, and the salesman muttered, ,,Unfriendly American".
This briefly caught the coat-wearer's attention, he glanced past the smaller ones almost hoping to see the man in question. But he was gone, long since disappeared into the crowd. Before he immediately turned his attention back to the younger man. ,,Then let me explain it differently and appeal to your common sense. I am the new owner of Marlinspike Hall and this ship is out of inventory," he explained, seeing how the boy seemed to know what it was all about. ,,The old captain's appeal," he said, and you could hear the fascination. ,,A tragic story, a whole family of drunks and good-for-nothings down on their luck," he began and the younger boy could almost hear the hatred. ,,I'm sorry, but as I said, I'm not selling," he said, and that was his last word.
He visibly grasped the ship and gave it one last look before passing it by. ,,Have a good day Sir," he said and his dog followed him. A few moments later he disappeared into the crowd. ,,This young man, what's his name?" the brown-haired man asked, his dissatisfaction at not being able to buy it clearly visible. ,,Everyone knows him, that's Tintin," the salesman replied.
Tintin could not have known that he was not only being drawn into something that was bigger than everything else. But he also had the attention of a man who would not take no for an answer. With a goal and a fascination he would kill for. As the journalist would soon find out.
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Movie Buffs, I need your help!
I'm looking for a movie and it's driving me insane! I have only vague memories of it because it was a borrowed VHS tape, and it's kinda stressing me out that I can't find this! I thought I had a decent lead but I finally watched it yesterday and it wasn't right, but one of the suggestions I got from Reddit wasn't right either?!
Here's what I know;
It had to be from the early 80's up to the mid 90's, since I watched it on tape in 1998.
2. It was definitely live-action with little to no animation.
3. But it's not Labyrinth, Neverending Story, or The Princess Bride.
4. The main scenes I remember are: a woman in a white dress being pursued by men on horseback, the same woman running through a snowy landscape, and the same woman falling in a pond and being rescued. This is very important because I have a distinct vision of her dress flowing and swirling in the water.
5. There were Unicorns? Or maybe just white horses? Involved.
Someone suggested Legend with Tom Cruise, Mia Sara, and Tim Curry, which was incredibly close but not quite right because Princess Lili never fell into a pond and had to be saved? Jack dove in for the ring but Lili never fell in, which is crucial to my memory.
Today I watched Ladyhawke with Matthew Broderick, Rutger Hauer, and Michelle Phifer, which was incredibly sexy and powerful and had some elements that seemed familiar, but Legend was a lot closer but missed the most important scene in my mind.
Does anyone have any clue what I'm talking about?!
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I think you're the hidden child of Kastoway and Luciiid.
Let me explain before blocking pleaseee
First of all, I know they broke up and I do not mean any kind of harm towards them. I'm truly sorry if this makes a person uncomfortable and I just thought this was a cute idea. That's how I explain why you're a mixed version of them.
If I made this clear, then I can start to explain.
You draw in the exact same style as Kastoway, with just a little bit of difference. So that makes Kastoway your parent and that's why they taught you how to draw. They werr so proud of you and they always encouraged you to show others your breathtaking art. And they were quite happy with themselves since their legacy won't die after their death.
Luciiid always more hooked up with drawing animal art rather than human art. (you can check their DeviantArt for this) You liked their art so much that you tried to draw their animal characters in your other parent's art style. They loved your effort and helped you to stay motivated. So that makes them your second parent.
All three of you have been living a happy and fairy tailish life. Everything was perfect as your parents wanted and you were a lovely kid to have.
However, it won't take so long to ruin the peaceful environment.
Their enemies realized that they had adopted a secret unicorn-human and when they found out about this, they got so mad. So mad that their eyes were blinded by the pure rage of vengeance. They want nothing but to harm you.
Of course, your parents couldn't allow this. They couldn't allow their precious little child to get any harm because of their own past mistakes that they regret with all their heart.
So that's why they took you to a monk who lives in Mount Everest.
You were crying that day, tears keep coming from your sweet little eyes. Seeing you like this shattered Kastoway's heart into a million pieces but he had a duty, he had to protect you from everything. You kept crying since you were nothing but a 10 year old kid who loves their parents so dearly.
When Kastoway was on the edge of crying too, Luciiid put a hand on their shoulder and reminded them why they were doing this. Luciiid was not mean, they just wanted to make sure that you were protected.
They left you with that monk on that snowy day and you never ever saw them again.
The Mountain Monk Jack decided to raise you like his own kid when he had seen you crying. Moreover, he decided to teach you how to use your powers for good.
And then dragons, your unicorn father and your human mother and more dragons get included in your life.
But that's an another story to tell!
WHAT THE FUCK HELLO?????
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