Chapters
I.No one commented on Twilight’s silence during dinner.She would have liked to think it was because they thought she was tired, but she knew better than that. Maybe Incantation might think that, but she’d seen Princess Luna and Primrose speaking. She couldn’t imagine Princess Luna hadn’t said something, even if she hoped the more personal details had been kept private. She didn’t want Primrose to know what she felt. It shamed her just to think of the elderly mare knowing how deeply hurt…- 18.1 K • Completed
Deep in the capital, tucked away in an alley not oft frequented, was a quiet little library known as The Whispering Pages. Run by a skeleton crew of three, the Whispering Pages saw very little activity, hidden away as it was. Those that came to it—usually scholars and the like— went for a reason: to research, to study, and more often than not, for the past year she’d worked there, they came to ask Rivermoon questions. Of all the ponies ever employed at the library, Rivermoon was by far the…- 36.5 K • Completed
She stumbled out of the club, the freezing air numbing her very exposed skin, yet doing absolutely nothing about soothing the burn in her heart, searing with a pain so intense it was almost disorienting. She came to a stop right at the edge of the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on a puddle on the street, the most pathetic woman in the world gawking back at her with wide, puffy eyes. “Rarity—!” Someone was calling to her. Delilah, probably. She sounded annoyed. She probably was, Rarity ruining her night…- 17.8 K • Ongoing
I. His name was Copper Tune. He was a unicorn. This was his first meeting. This was her fourth. There was a lot that could be said of Copper. That his coat—copper like his name—looked remarkably soft, almost as if inviting you to touch it. Or that his mane, a pretty olive green, should look wrong, like rust, but somehow fit him perfectly. Or that his cutie mark—a pink harpsichord—looked just a little out of place in that red sea. But what struck her, as he introduced himself,…- 18.1 K • Completed
“Applejack,” Rarity said, nursing a drink as clubgoers walked past their table, “I shouldn’t be here.” “What?” Applejack said, putting down her beer. “You’d rather be at home crying in bed over whats-his-name?” “We were together five years, Applejack,” Rarity replied, privately relieved that saying it aloud hadn’t drawn out tears then. Every second, she thought of him. Every stupid, quiet moment, she thought of him. God, she was tired of it. Her eyes lingered on two men…- 17.8 K • Ongoing
They had a whole needlessly complicated system now. They could text. They could DM on PictoGram. Twilight would even go as far as being okay with calling—like the old times!--but she’d quickly learned Rarity Belle liked doing things her way. First, she ‘politely’ knocked (see: insistently and impatiently knocked) her fist on the wall her bedroom shared with Twilight’s office nook, like so: THONK THONK THONK! Twilight looked up from the three-hour video essay she was forty minutes…- 17.8 K • Ongoing
We’d rented a cabin a little north of White Tail Woods. I remember the drive there, the wind tussling his blue hair, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine—not as shyly as the first time he got to hold it, but still as gentle. “I’ll get the fireplace going as soon as we get there,” he was saying. “The owner told me there’s a little projector we can use to watch some films, too. What do you think?” I smiled. “I think that sounds lovely.” Even…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
I. Despite the thousands of years Twilight had been gone, Canterlot and Cadance looked much the same as she’d left them. It was obvious Cadance had prepared for a much more emotional Twilight Sparkle, one who would weep and wail over her parents, and her brother, and her lost life. This was not the Twilight she met. This Twilight Sparkle had no more tears left in her. Maybe it was a blessing, even if she felt guilty for it, that her grief for her parents and brother so paled in…- 18.1 K • Completed
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