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I’m sorry I keep randomly disappearing, rping for me flips back and forth between “SUPER FUN” to “OH MY GOD I’M SO STRESSED ABOUT RPING” so my usual response is to just flee this blog for a bit till it’s fun again. It hasn’t been too long but I’ve started missing it and miiiight post later tonight??? Maybe here or might blow the dust off Clary’s rp blog
I’m fi- achoo!
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She let out a merry, humming tune, vaguely muffled by the basket handle she carried in her teeth. The rather large gift basket did little to hinder her jaunty step, hooves falling in a dainty trot down a familiar path that faded gradually from grass to sand.
She paused as she came to his door, ears flicking a moment as she pondered the situation. Knocking might make him get out of bed, which would be the exact opposite of what she wanted. Just letting herself in would be all right if he was asleep, right? Satisfied, she nudged the front door open, slipping in and shutting it softly behind her.
She might have gotten away with it, too, if she hadn’t turned around to find that not only was Sandy very much awake, he was very much in the room.
Oops.
ramblyshores:
Somehow, his masterfully-crafted arguments had failed on all fronts. Sandy shrunk away guiltily from her accusations, but did not budge a step back towards bed.
“I wasn’t workin’ too hard!” He pleaded with her backside. “Just a lil’ touch up work here an’ there, an’ I was takin’ it nice and slow. I was on break when you came in - I even brought water with me.”
He nosed through his saddlebags with only a minimum of sneezes, before producing his trusty water bottle, half-full.
“Besides, there ain’t many days left before school lets out for th’ summer. If I didn’t get some work today, it’s gonna be a real hard time gettin’ the lake ready for th’ kids. I’m real sorry I worried you, but,” He looked down at his hooves, and coughed sheepishly. “But th’ work’s just gotta get done.”
“One day of rest won’t hurt anyone,” She said firmly, frowning at him. Her grumpy look cracked, eyes rounding with concern as her ears flicked.
“But working while sick will hurt you,” She added gently, hoof scuffing lightly over the ground. “You always work so hard! You’ll just make yourself sicker, and then what?” Her head tilted, ear flopping down as she thought. This was just like when Neon insisted on working anyway when she was sick. And why did she do it?
Her ear twitched, face softening.
She was afraid of letting people down.
Lily’s ears pinned back, and she set the basket down again with a soft sigh. She couldn’t quite understand that mindset, but she knew how to work with it a little better after realizing it. And being grumpy didn’t help things.
She stepped closer, dropping her head lightly on his back in an easy to step away from hug.
“Sorry for being a grumpypants.” She said quietly. “But I care about you a lot and I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself.” She was silent a moment before adding, a little teasingly, “You silly, sick goose.”
pcthetics:
*wants to rp with everyone*
*stares at one draft for three hours*
First-Meeting Sentence Starters
Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:
"Uh, hi there."
"I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"
"Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."
"Service here is TERRIBLE today!"
"Is this seat taken?"
"Do you have a moment to talk?"
"Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"
"Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"
"Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."
"Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"
"Do you work here?"
"Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."
"Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."
"Are you from ____ or ____?"
"Hello, ____."
"I swear I've seen you on TV."
"Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."
"Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"
"Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"
"Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."
"Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"
"You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
"H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"
"You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."
"It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"
"Where am I?"
"Get in! You're in danger!"
"Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"
"Grab the spare helmet and jump on."
"Are you playing ____?"
"Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"
"Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."
"I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."
"Have you seen a lost child around here?"
"I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."
"That coat isn't real fur, is it?"
"If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."
"Are we locked in here?"
"Can I use your phone?"
"Here, take my phone. No questions asked."
"What's cookin' good lookin'?"
"If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."
galeslament:
A slightly delayed response, and a reluctant nod followed the mare’s words. While he could hide his appearance, he still held sensation within it. It was a similar phenomena to a ghost limb. A sensation that is there, but at the same time not, due to the lack of it’s physical being. Slowly, the draconequus sat up on his haunches. Attempting to hide a hiss from the movement, the fire that shot through his wing.
“… It will hurt, but thats alright. I’ve felt much worse pain, I’ll be able to tolerate this.” Despite the fear of his own fangs, the male gave a small smile. An attempt at reassurance. “… My job doesn’t require me to move around to much either, so it’ll be able to heal rather quickly…”
A kind of sad look entered Gale’s eyes, as he pondered the outcome that would most likely result of that. The draconequus shook his head, a slightly pained look entering his eyes.
“… I don’t think I would have seen you like this…” His eyes shifted down to his paw, as he looked at it’s palm. “… It would have been to dangerous. I don’t wish to make anyone scared, or put anyone into such an uncomfortable position… I’m aware of a typical pony’s stigma, and I do not blame them for it… but… that doesn’t change its existence. In truth, your the first person to see me like this in a very, very long time… … No, sorry. That was a lie.” His eyes averted now as he spoke, “I didn’t remember the last one, since I had blocked it out of my subconscious. My apologies… it just.. well– wasn’t… pretty.”
“I mean... ponies were scared of Discord, but now he’s friends with the Elements of Harmony.” Neon pointed out gently, sitting up straighter when he did, ears flattening as he hissed in pain “But... I d-definitely get why you’d rather hide.” She admitted, ears swiveling.
She blinked at him, a little unnerved by that fanged smile, but there was no malice behind it, and so she found herself giving a tiny smile back.
“...I’m sorry the last time didn’t.... go well.” She added delicately. “...What is your job, anyway?” She asked, head tipping to the side.
She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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RP-Meme: These Feelings
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Send me ‘Feeling’ and I’ll generate a random number between 1-100 and write a starter in which my muse is feeling…
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mournful
vengeful
proud
embarrassed
surprised
weak
panicked
nauseous
festive
scared
content
excited
uncertain
miserable
humiliated
inferior
superior
adventurous
threatened
lonely
nostalgic
disappointed
peaceful
heartbroken
bitter
irritated
ashamed
indifferent
anxious
shy
frustrated
desperate
helpless
rejected
insecure
left out
cold
quilty
out of place
happy
hopeless
jealous
infatuated
bored
amused
overwhelmed
depressed
thrilled
blue
numb
confused
abandoned
offended
suspicious
cheerful
hopeful
guilty
loved
worried
gloomy
aggressive
furious
hesitant
misunderstood
concerned
mischevious
grumpy
uneasy
sorry
sleepy
crushed
impatient
nothing
passionate
used
regretful
useless
worthless
energetic
trapped
intimidated
exposed
curious
disgusted
affectionate
lucky
dirty
exhausted
empty
lazy
tense
dizzy
upset
relieved
fired up
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galeslament:
Guilt and grief mixed with confusion, as his eyes shone with uncertainty. He’d… he’d expected a much harsher response. An annoyed look, names– sometimes worse. This is what he usually got. Things along the lines of ‘Monster’ or ‘Tyrant’ were screamed at him in the past, or said in a stern manner that pierced his heart.
The draconequus’s mind seemed to be trudging through tar as it processed reality. It was only after a moment of silence, that he spoke again.
“… Y-… your not mad?” Astonishment rang in his voice, clear like a church bell. “b-but I… I almost… you were almost–” For a moment, he wanted to argue otherwise. To tell her it was wrong to think in this way. She’d almost been killed and yet… However, he had no rite to tell her how to think. No rite to say that such positivity was wrong. Or perhaps… because a positive response was so rare– he found himself wanting to preserve it? “… I… haha…” A paw raised up, and ran a hand through his main. Now, despite his control– he couldn’t help but smile. A small, nervous laugh making it’s way through the haze that was his mind. “… it’s probably been more than 500 years since I’ve heard something that kind. Thank you…”
The pain had gone numb now, and he found himself able to move. However, his wing still felt as though it were on fire. Well… at least he wasn’t disguising himself as a pegasus during this century.
“… It really is okay. I don’t fly that often, since I don’t need my wings in my day to day activities. Many don’t even know I have wings to begin with so… it won’t cause any trouble for me. By the time their healed, it still won’t be a while before I come out like this…”
“That long...?” Her voice was soft, ears flat as she looked at him. Her initial fear of him was quickly being overridden, a mix of sympathy and an intense, burning curiosity. How old was he, then? How was he still around? Were there others like him?
“Still,” She frowned. “Even if they’re hidden, the wing will still hurt right? A-and you clearly really wanted to fly today.” She glanced up, biting her lip. “It’s too bad I didn’t know you before, I would have helped you...” Her tail swished over the ground, thinking of all the ways she could have helped him fly in secret and avoid an accident like this.
galeslament:
Gale was a creature of honesty. Which made him even more of an oddball in draconequus terms. Lying sat unwell in his stomach, and made his heart ache. While he did so daily, that didn’t mean that it went without remorse. Nor were his lies often damaging, since he typically cut off connections before they ran to deep. However, in this case he had hurt someone. The male wasn’t going to make the situation any worse. Since she was directly afflicted, she deserved the truth of it.
“… It is a pleasure, Neon.” He angled his head down slightly, so he could look at the mare. Once again, restraining himself from smiling. Scared of his own fangs. “…You may call me Gale if you wish. For that was the name I was given, and go by now in my residence. Although, if you wish to call me harsher things– I shall not blame you…” His tone took a slightly guilt stricken turn. Closing his eyes as he spoke.
“… I shall explain what has happened, since you have the right to that. When I talked just now about my impatience, I was referring to the weather. The sudden change in the climate was my doing, for I cannot risk being seen whilst in the air. For if ponies saw another draconequus besides that of Discord, fear would be sure to spread worse than fire.” Deep, magenta eyes re-opened. “… It is for that reason that I’m apologizing to you. For it is indeed my doing, and entirely my fault you were put into harms way. I could have done so many safer options… I could have changed the weather slowly, I could have simply waited for a storm to come naturally– but no… I acted on impulse like a hatchling… For this, I cannot apologize enough to you. I’m so, so sorry…”
Truly, the being was heavily stricken with his own grief. Weighing on his heart like lead.
“Hey, I’m not gonna call you anything but Gale, don’t worry.” She said, glancing at him in concern, ears twitching.
Looking at him like this, watching him almost seeming to cringe away from her, fully seeming to expect her wrath, her heart twisted. Remembering the way he’d seemed to want to reach out and touch her, her hoof lifted, carefully setting it on his shoulder.
“No, no I get it. It’s ok.” She said quickly, frowning at him. Granted, yes, she’d had the scare of her life- had probably almost died, a voice in her head pointed out sourly- but he’d just wanted to fly.
And if there was anything Neon could understand, it was the need to fly.
“My special talent is flying. I don’t think I could handle going without it,” She admitted, still looking a this wing. “Which is why I feel really bad about this wing of yours...” Her ears flattened.
I’m fi- achoo!
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She let out a merry, humming tune, vaguely muffled by the basket handle she carried in her teeth. The rather large gift basket did little to hinder her jaunty step, hooves falling in a dainty trot down a familiar path that faded gradually from grass to sand.
She paused as she came to his door, ears flicking a moment as she pondered the situation. Knocking might make him get out of bed, which would be the exact opposite of what she wanted. Just letting herself in would be all right if he was asleep, right? Satisfied, she nudged the front door open, slipping in and shutting it softly behind her.
She might have gotten away with it, too, if she hadn’t turned around to find that not only was Sandy very much awake, he was very much in the room.
Oops.
ramblyshores:
Somehow, that didn’t answer his question. In fact, it left him with more questions. Most pertinently, what in Equestria was he supposed to do next? His muddled brains strove to process the bevy of emotions flashing on Lilyfeather’s face, but all he got was yet another question; would it be wrong to chuckle here?
Lilyfeather exploded at him, and he nearly leapt out of his coat.
Yep! Yep. Definitely wrong to laugh.
“I - yes?” No. Not good enough. Had to say more. “I mean, th’ storms last week messed with all m’erosion shorings.” Good. Good. Keep going. “So I was fixin’ them?”
Her snout managed to scrunch further as her ears wiggled, cheeks puffing out further. She let out a snort, stomping a hoof again.
“You are sick, Mister Shores!” She said fiercely, pointing a hoof at him. “You should be in bed, not out on the beach!”
She turned, picking up the basket in her teeth again.
“You need to get back to bed right now.” She said, voice vaguely muffled, cheeks still puffed and nose still thoroughly scrunched.
Aura: Ah, Miss Flight, I have a question if you would be so kind. Your friend, Miss Cerise... Is she spoken for?
“Spoken for?”
She blinked, tilting her head as she thought the question over. It wasn’t… uncommon, for stallions to ask her about Cerise. Normally she resented it, since she knew it was just because she was easier to approach then Cerise, and she’d normally grumble for them to go ask themselves.
Sometimes, if she was feeling particularly ornery, she’d say Cerise yes, was taken, sorry about your luck buddy.
She wondered if Cerise had any idea of how often this happened. No one ever asked Lily about her, probably.
She pursed her lips a moment, mulling over her options. Aura was pretty all right, at least, even if she didn’t know him that well. She suspected he was asking her more out of politeness, then being too afraid to ask Cerise herself.
“Ah…. not that I’m aware of, at least.” She finally offered. “She hasn’t been on a date or anything for a while. You’d be better off asking her yourself, but I don’t think there’s anyone in the picture…”
ponyponypuddingandpie:
Aura paused a moment, to let her relax. When she didn’t, he frowned, and gently put his hooves on her shoulders, kneading gently, “Relax, it’s a necklace, I promise it won’t bite.” Then, as he was looping the chain around her neck, and fastening it at the back (Magnetic Fastener. He had taken into account she was a pegasus), he added, “At least, not anymore,” as an afterthought.
The sudden touch made her gasp, shoulders shooting up with a squeak that sounded suspiciously like a poorly muffled scream. She jerked, only emitting a strangled sound when he kneaded her shoulders, wings cramping against her sides.
She barely noticed the click of the necklace fastening, ears flat against her head as her feathers fluffed straight up, almost obscuring the necklace from view.
“Wait- n-not anymore?!”
galeslament:
Relief washed over the male, and he felt the urge to smile. However, he restrained himself. For if he were to curl his lips, pointed teeth would be exposed to the air. Right now, he wanted to keep the other’s panic to a minimum– and he was well aware of the oddity of the situation. More than anything though, he was aware of the societal view of the draconequus. For after all, it was the main reason he hid in the first place. Did this mare share that view…? More than likely so. If so, a kind of compassion flowed into his heart. Sympathy.
An attempt was made to outstretch his injured wing, which resulted in a spark of pain similar to that of the lighting strike. A restrained hiss came from his being, as his body tensed. Yep… that wing was definitely burned and broken. The scent of charred feathers and flesh was faintly floating in the air, making his nose curl just slightly.
“… It’s nothing of severity…” Despite the pain, he attempted to keep his tone happy. Light. “Just a few fractures and bruises… it’s nothing that time won’t heal… I’d much rather prefer having these injuries, rather than having you bear them…” Gale’s head lay on it’s side, and he raised it just slightly to try and get a look at his wing. “… Although… I don’t believe I’ll be flying for a while… It is a fitting punishment, though– considering this happened because of my impatient desire to fly…” Laying his head back against the earth, a pained sigh left his lips. Before he attempted once again, to raise his head. This time, he was successful. The pain was slightly fading now, replaced with a strange numbness. When he had finally gotten a look at the mare, he saw the staring– the shock. Guilt once again overtook him. “… More than anything though, I’m sorry… for I am not the one that was placed in danger. You were.” The paw that had rested on her shoulder, lifted and acted as if it was going to touch her mane. However, it stopped almost immediately, as if afraid. “… Not only were you put into peril, but now your faced with something that is an object of fear. For that strife as well, I am also sorry…” The paw balled, and returned to the ground beside him. Along with his head, that returned to law on the earth. “… I am so… so sorry.”
She couldn’t even begin to try to put names to the conflicting whirlwind of emotions beginning to stir. She shook her head slightly, wiping her hoof down her face and letting out another slow breath, still processing.
“I... still d-don’t even know what happened but...” Her ears twitched, and she carefully lifted herself off of him. She stepped lightly back to the ground, coming closer to look at his wing, brow furrowed as she sat down in front of it.
“...If it was because you wanted to fly, I have a hard time holding anything against you,” She murmured, examining his wing.
He was a.... draconequus, right? Like Discord? That was her best guess, but she’d thought Discord had been the only one. Maybe he was just some kind of dragon. Her ears twitched, looking over the wing. Draconequus, dragon, or pegasus, a wing was a wing. She’d seen a few injured wings in her day.
Maybe she could do something...?
She looked up at him, offering a small, pained smile.
“My name’s Neon, by the way. N-Neon Flight.” She ducked her head, looking at his wing again.
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Holidays for the princess were usually looked upon with quiet, inescapable dread, spent planning events and politely accepting gifts from ponies she’d never met, ponies giving her things with every wrong intention in their smile. Holidays meant long hours listening to committees argue about tablecloths, meant staring at herself in a mirror as seamstresses bickered in hushed tones about chiffon and lace.
This one… was a first, for her. This holiday was different.
Balls and gatherings were hurried through, she made her excuses to slip out of meetings, long nights were spent alone, bent over her tasks with a rare feeling of excitement chasing through her, feeling like a foal making clumsy, too glittery cards for her parents again.
She could give him the world. And it wouldn’t be enough.
She’d summoned him to her chambers, even though the hour was late and he wasn’t on duty tonight. She felt another flash of guilt for asking him to come, but he could rest here, after- after she’d seen him.
He didn’t care much for wine. Tea was more to her liking, but a pot of the finest hot chocolate and a bowl of small marshmallows would do just fine. Hopefully.
Two carefully wrapped boxes sat on a table beside the reformed tea set, the fire was burning low, and Cerise was reminding herself that princesses did not fidget as she sat beside the fireplace, feeling it warm the back of her coat.
ramblyshores:
“I try m’best.” Sandy nodded sagely, negotiating the foam from his upper lip via tenacious licking.
He hadn’t expected his resolve to be put to the test so quickly.
Goodness. Gifts from the Princess. Gifts. Plural. The brave Sergeant Fussybritches delicately set aside his mug, gulping. Were they wrapped in gold? Could she do that? Of course she could. She could have them wrapped in stardust if she had half a mind to. And she was looking right at him. Expectantly. (Were her eyes always so big?) She’d given an order. He’d given a promise. There was only one thing for it.
Sandy’s horn glowed with the faintest of lights. One strip of tape peeled off from the wrapping paper. First one end, then up, up, up, up until the last bit released its hold. Then the second piece of tape. Then the third. Carefully, carefully now, he unfolded the paper, wincing as it scraped against itself and threatened to tear. Only when the end was fully unwrapped did he allow himself to breath again.
Then came the second package.
Then, finally, after securing a safe escape route for both presents, he pulled them free from the precious paper, and opened the boxes.
Princesses did not tap their hooves together, and so Cerise settled for very carefully examining said hooves, not very subtly watching Sandy through her lashes. His careful unwrapping was both endearing and slightly maddening- by the time he’d finally opened them her hooves had been thoroughly inspected and she reluctantly lowered them, busying herself with folding her used kerchief, very carefully smoothing down the corners.
The first gift, the smaller of the two, was opened to reveal a box of assorted chocolates, delicately decorated circles and squares sitting in paper wrappers of vibrant orange.
As the box was opened, Cerise’s hooves shuffled very quietly on the floor.
“I’ve…” She cleared her throat. “Heard that chocolates are traditional for this holiday, and I thought that… perhaps making them myself would have more meaning then simply buying them.” There was a soft click as her hooves shifted again. “I had assistance in the kitchens, but, I can assure you I did most of it. I even decorated them all myself.” She allowed herself a very small smile as she continued to smooth the same corner on her kerchief.
He didn’t need to know about the countless batches, deemed imperfect, that she threw out. Or maybe ate as she wallowed in self pity over failing a simple task like chocolate.
The larger box was opened and Cerise turned her head slightly away, lips pressing tightly together. Princesses were not nervous, princesses did not look away to avoid seeing unfavorable reactions.
The box revealed at first what simply looked like a large, plush, neatly folded pile of sea foam green fabric. Lifting it, the fabric unfolded to show itself to be a thick cloak, warmly lined, trimmed neatly in shimmering gold thread. The gold Cerise always wore, the color of her eyes.
Cerise cleared her throat again, looking at her previously examined hooves.
“My previous statement still stands,” She said primly. “Making it myself seemed to have more meaning, and my sewing needed more practice anyway.” She looked carefully at her hooves, vividly remembering sticking them with a needle a hundred times over. “If you look on the inside…” She set her hooves down, busying herself with looking into the fire, wondering if it was too late to throw herself into it.
On the inside of the left side of the cloak, easily missed at first glance, dark pink had been delicately threaded, spelling out a name in careful embroidery.
Cerise.
No titles, no formality, her own writing.
Cerise stared intently into the flames, wondering if the lighting would hide the blush that was darkening her face. She could blame it on the heat, right?
It really wasn’t too late to throw herself into the fire. Right?
Aura: Ah, Miss Flight, I have a question if you would be so kind. Your friend, Miss Cerise... Is she spoken for?
“Spoken for?”
She blinked, tilting her head as she thought the question over. It wasn’t… uncommon, for stallions to ask her about Cerise. Normally she resented it, since she knew it was just because she was easier to approach then Cerise, and she’d normally grumble for them to go ask themselves.
Sometimes, if she was feeling particularly ornery, she’d say Cerise yes, was taken, sorry about your luck buddy.
She wondered if Cerise had any idea of how often this happened. No one ever asked Lily about her, probably.
She pursed her lips a moment, mulling over her options. Aura was pretty all right, at least, even if she didn’t know him that well. She suspected he was asking her more out of politeness, then being too afraid to ask Cerise herself.
“Ah…. not that I’m aware of, at least.” She finally offered. “She hasn’t been on a date or anything for a while. You’d be better off asking her yourself, but I don’t think there’s anyone in the picture…”
ponyponypuddingandpie:
Aura chuckled softly, “Of course, I wouldn’t have said so if it wasn’t. Besides, it matches your eyes.” With another flare, his magic clutched at two points of the fine chain this time, and he lifted it out from it’s cloth defense, lifting it up to about the right height and, with a smile that actually crinkled the corners of his eyes, including the scarred side of is face amusingly (Or perhaps a little morbidly), “May I?”
“O-oh! Um- yeah, s-sure.”
Her ears swiveled as her feathers fluffed up, hesitating a moment before she shuffled her hooves as she turned her back to him and sat down. She reached up, pulling her mane to the front with her hooves, keeping them there as she fiddled with the hair, biting her lip as scarlet bloomed over her face and crept down her neck.
galeslament:
Pain had surged it’s way through the creature’s being, making it feel as though everything was sore and bruised. Gasping, uneven breaths came and went through the ache. Whilst attempting to lift his head, the draconequus was met with a greater sensation of discomfort. Causing his head to fall back down feebly. Although his body screamed and protested this much, he knew this wouldn’t be the end of him. A couple small fractures, sure. A lot of bruising, oh of course. However, no where near enough to be fatal.
Even though he could not see her, he could feel the mare’s shutters and shakes. He could hear the rattle of her teeth, and the tone that she held. An emotion entered his mind, that hurt him worse than the pain. Guilt. This in it’s entirety, was his fault. A result of his impulsive selfishness. He had acted as he wanted, without thought for others. With a long– haggard breath, he raised a paw despite his body’s protest. The sound waves of a quick ‘snap’ seemed to echo out– expelling the dark clouds above like a ripple in a pond. Even if he was spotted, it didn’t matter. More ponies besides this mare could get hurt, and he simply couldn’t live with himself if that were to happen on his behalf. After which, his paw came to rest on the mare’s shoulder. Attempting at reassurance. It didn’t take his knowledge of psychology, or therapy, to tell the other was in a panic. However, it certainly did help in regards to knowing what to do.
“… Take… take all the time you need… Miss…” He’d managed to choke out through his discomfort, “…I… never meant… to hurt anypony… I’m so… so sorry… ” Pushing the pain back as much as he could, he at least managed to stabilize his voice. “… For now, merely focus on breathing… take in a breath for 4 seconds, and then release during another 4… in and out… in and out… I know it’s hard, but merely do what you can… There is no rush…” Gale knew panic attacks inside and out, considering they were basic knowledge within the psychology field. The basic rules were, remind the person to breath slowly, stay with them, and encourage them.
You also must keep talking in a soothing, comforting tone.
“If your injured, once I can move… I can take you to a medical center…”
She flinched briefly at the paw on her shoulder, but it grounded her, gave her something to focus on. It was alien, feeling strange on her coat, made her attention focus and zero on it. One ear swiveled, pointing towards him when he spoke, counting breaths. Right, right, he was right.
How did he know?
It was a minute of catching her breath, hoof still against her face, now hiding her eyes as she trembled. When air felt a little easier to breathe, she swallowed hard, deciding to brave speaking.
“I’m f-fine, not hurt, just- just shaken up, I g-guess.” She forced a nervous smile, exhaustion already creeping over her as the adrenaline faded to a low hum in her legs. She shook herself with a sniffle, lifting her head finally to look up at him.
Only to freeze up and stare, lips slightly parting as she gawked at who she was still mostly laying on, eyes wide and paling as she could only gawk a moment. A million questions bubbled up immediately to the back of her throat, tired brain not able to quite make sense of them all or to pick one.
“Oh, stars. You’re r-really hurt.” She heard herself breathe, frozen in place, fighting the urge to kick herself.
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Holidays for the princess were usually looked upon with quiet, inescapable dread, spent planning events and politely accepting gifts from ponies she’d never met, ponies giving her things with every wrong intention in their smile. Holidays meant long hours listening to committees argue about tablecloths, meant staring at herself in a mirror as seamstresses bickered in hushed tones about chiffon and lace.
This one… was a first, for her. This holiday was different.
Balls and gatherings were hurried through, she made her excuses to slip out of meetings, long nights were spent alone, bent over her tasks with a rare feeling of excitement chasing through her, feeling like a foal making clumsy, too glittery cards for her parents again.
She could give him the world. And it wouldn’t be enough.
She’d summoned him to her chambers, even though the hour was late and he wasn’t on duty tonight. She felt another flash of guilt for asking him to come, but he could rest here, after- after she’d seen him.
He didn’t care much for wine. Tea was more to her liking, but a pot of the finest hot chocolate and a bowl of small marshmallows would do just fine. Hopefully.
Two carefully wrapped boxes sat on a table beside the reformed tea set, the fire was burning low, and Cerise was reminding herself that princesses did not fidget as she sat beside the fireplace, feeling it warm the back of her coat.
ramblyshores:
*snort*
Where did that sound come from? Who did that? Definitely not Sergeant Fussybritches. He was a serious pony with a serious face. What was a smile? He didn’t even know! He wasn’t smiling. And anypony who said otherwise was a terrible terrible liar.
“You may be so bold, your Most High Stuffliness.” The good sergeant bowed his head respectfully. “I think you will find that protocol precisely outlines a need for more marshmallows. Hrmm. Yes. Indeed. Wot. And all manner of fancy sounds.”
He half-sipped, half-chomped his marshmallows and cocoa with great relish. By the stars - even the marshmallows are amazin’. I didn’t even know they made fancy marshmallows. “Once again - *nomph* - your judgement is impeccable.” His mustache wiggled approvingly.
It was a very articulate mustache, you see.
The soft snort, followed quickly by delighted chomping of marshmallows, made Cerise’s eyes crinkle up, nearly closing.
She didn’t make an answering snort, of course. A lady did not snort into her hot chocolate, nearly choking on froth and mirth, laughter bubbling out of her as she set her cup aside, floating up the nearest handkerchief she could grasp in her magic to her face.
“You,” She said at length, delicately wiping the froth from her mouth with a small smile. “Are a very silly pony... Sergeant Fussybritches.” Her voice was warm, eyes soft as she looked over at him. Her horn still glowing, she set the wrapped packages in front of him.
“A silly pony who needs to open his presents~”
