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      Frostfire Arrow

      Sapphire Eyes
      His breathing was still heavy, even though it had been at least five minutes since they’d finished. This didn’t surprise the slender twenty year old lying in bed next to him, her long black hair a ruffled mess. She was good at what she did. Even though she’d been distracted the entire time, even though her thoughts had been elsewhere—specifically, with Her—she’d still put on a rather fantastic show, accompanied by the… admittedly his not very appealing symphony of…
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      The Last Train Home
      ???. The Last Train Home In the book of Rarity's life, Twilight Sparkle was its beginning, is its middle, and will be its end. Rarity knew this for a fact, and she would not have it any other way.  She always did love Manehattan. She loved the city lights, the trends, and the ponies who seemed to live on a different plane of time, if that made sense. It was the city where time went as fast or slow as one’s life. It had been before she was and would continue to be after she was…
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      XXII – XXIV

      The Last Train Home
      XXII. Emergency Confession Protocol #8 By the time Monday morning came, I’d yet to arrive at a decision. It was hard to decide in a week if one was willing to change their lives so drastically. I only properly told Fluttershy about it, the trip and the job offer and the moving, and she is so very intelligent, Fluttershy. She hides it, but she is, and you can imagine how I nearly choked on my tea when she asked if I was hesitating because of my feelings for you. “Oh dear! Was it…
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      XVIII – XXI

      The Last Train Home
      XVIII. A Talk Between Delinquents Life works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? It’s such a trite expression, used by everypony so often that it’s lost any shred of meaning, and yet it’s true. Life has a tendency, I’ve found, to give you what you want exactly at the precise moment when you don’t want it, and in a way you never wanted it. Is it a way to punish us for being demanding? Entitled? Taking things for granted? Life is a cruel prankster. And its cruelest prank, I thought…
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      XV – XVII

      The Last Train Home
      XV. The Deafening Silence We did not talk that week. Or, well, we did, I suppose, if you count monosyllabic greetings and thank yous for the coffee and teas as ‘talking’. You remember what I said earlier? How I missed you so horridly those few days we were embroiled in the entire Spike affair and we barely spoke? Well, this, darling, this was much worse. I did not know what to say, what to do, or how to make amends for the damage I’d done. There is nothing for me in…
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      XIV

      The Last Train Home
      XIV. Words Spoken in Anger Sharp Silk hated the dresses. He hated them, and in retrospect, I can't blame him. No, Twilight, I cannot blame him. Regardless of how much heart we put into them, they were hardly a display of my abilities. They were simple and elegant, yes, but considering the fact that the submission deadline had been announced nearly three weeks prior… well… it's natural he expected something more elaborate. I was shamed when he critiqued them, but I was also not terribly…
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      XI – XIII

      The Last Train Home
      XI. Little Gestures I didn’t say anything at first. It didn’t feel like I needed to. Or, really, if I must be honest with you, if only because you are now mine, I didn’t want to tell you. Partly because I still was unsure of the entire thing, still didn’t quite know how to act, but also because there was a...a… There was a secret little thrill to be had at having the upper hoof and using it to my full advantage. It’s true, there is something exciting about being on…
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      VIII – X

      The Last Train Home
      VIII. Piercing Fire I heard somewhere, sometime, that no two individuals can be together without breaking another’s heart. He was invaluable, to you and to me. Even now, even today, it is hard to consider our life together without him being a part of it. Even if he was a child, regardless of whether it was a mere crush or more, you cared so much about him—even at the cost of us.   The train had been delayed, do you remember? Some unfortunate accident of the sort, a rockslide or engine…