Distance
I enjoyed my walks home with Short Order. Summer evenings in Hoofington tended to be warm, and the setting sun’s glow was just enough to navigate home by. The tidy cobblestone roads weren’t packed; there were enough ponies out that it felt safe.
Still, Short was a gentlecolt, for better or worse. Ever since our first date at his restaurant, he insisted on walking me home. Even though he was barely six months older than me, he held an old-fashioned sense of honor about that sort of thing.
“Did you enjoy dinner, Max?” He tilted his head to look at me while we walked.
I smiled up at him; he’d decided against using my nickname four months ago. After my initial push, though, I didn’t really mind. “Yep. Reminds me of the first time I had Canternese.”
We walked together in quiet; part of what I liked about Short was that he didn’t need to fill every waking second with chatter. I liked being around him.
However…
As we turned through intersections and walked our familiar path, it started happening again. Or at least, I noticed it between us:
Distance.
We were two ponies, out on a date. We’d been dating for months at a pretty steady rate without any major personality hiccups. I liked him, and from the vibe he gave me, he liked me back. But, he had some pathological fear of contact or something.
Oh, if I pointed it out, he’d drape a hoof over me and we’d walk in a romantic embrace. I liked it there. For my first boyfriend and real shot at a relationship, his presence was more than comfortable. He was fit, he was gentle, and he smelled nice; the problem came from how I had to initiate any sort of contact.
I closed the gap between us during a right-hoof turn. Just like always, he started walking three-legged to hold me as we walked the final leg of our journey.
My apartment complex was a two-story house whose paint complimented the tiny evergreens that framed the front door. There was a cozy little landing outside the front door, where visitors could ring a bell and wait to be greeted; it was in that landing where Short and I had what I knew was going to be the same conversation as always.
“I’m glad you enjoyed tonight.” He smiled as he took his hoof off my shoulder.
I returned his smile and tilted my head in. “It was fun.” After a pause came the same question as usual: “Do you wanna come in for a little bit?”
The same headshake answered. “Thanks, but I have to get up early tomorrow.”
I tried not to let it bother me. He did work mornings in his restaurant, the one he owned. He had responsibilities. Or heck, maybe he was just really, really clueless about dating.
Still, I couldn’t keep making excuses for him. I had a job that needed me to get up early. If he didn’t know what I meant by “come in for a little bit”, I wasn’t going to bend over and show him, either. It’d been a year since I last went to Stalliongrad and drowned myself in mindless, drunken fun with a local stallion or two; in that time, I liked to think I’d earned back some self-esteem.
Yet, every time Short turned down my offer or I had to ask him to hold my hoof or hug me… I sighed, out loud. It hurt.
“Is everything all right?”
I grinned and shook my head. “I’m not sure, Short. Is there something wrong?”
After a few flustered blinks, he stammered, “I… I’m…” He frowned and then gave up. “Huh?”
My hoof pointed up at the direction of my unit; of the four apartments that made up my building, it was the one on the top left. “You… do know what I’m really asking about, right?”
He nodded, and his cheeks reddened.
Good grief. I let my hoof fall and tried to keep my frustration off my face. “But every time, you say no…” I paused before shrugging. “Why?”
Short swallowed, hard, but his voice actually cracked as he answered, “Because, I… I like you. A lot.”
We’re the same age, we’re the same age… I repeated a little mantra in my head. My bottom eyelids rose as I pointed out, “That’s a weird way of expressing that.”
“I mean, I don’t want to…” He brushed the back of his head and looked away. “Be… awkward.”
“Well we are past that point.” I bit off the last few words, but I tried to do it in a light, friendly manner.
He shook his head and looked down. “Well it’s…” The rest of whatever he said got lost to mumbles.
Then, it hit me like a dead fish. I kept my hoof on the ground instead of smacking myself for not seeing it sooner: “You’re a… you haven’t been with anyone before, have you?”
He kept staring at the ground, but offered a tiny sideways twitch of his head.
I chewed my tongue as I thought about how I wanted to play this out. Finally, I shrugged. “So?”
Short looked back up at me. “I… you just asked. Doesn’t that—”
“Explain some things?” I nodded. “Yeah. That’s why I asked. But I don’t really care, at the end of the night. If we’re in this for the long haul, there’s got to be a bit of a learning curve as we figure each other out.”
For a moment, I thought I’d convinced him. Then, Short’s lips thinned as he once again shook his head no. “I don’t want to rush things. I like what we’ve got.”
“I don’t!”
The words slipped out suddenly, and Short looked as surprised as I felt. A moment’s thought confirmed it, though, and I continued, “I mean, I really like you. You’re fun to spend time with, smart without being nerdy…” I trailed off, not wanting to do the whole cliché of listing all his good points before a criticism. Instead, it was time for a confession: “I hate sleeping alone. Like…” I waved a hoof, trying to dispel just how slutty that sounded. “I’ve got this like heated pillow thing, and that helps, but it’s not the same as knowing that someone’s there.”
“I…” Short crooked his head to the side. “You want me to sleep with you? Like, literally?”
“And in the sexy sense.” I chuckled. “I want the whole package.”
He grinned lightly before it faded. “But, uh… how many stallions have you been with?”
“I dunno. Like, fifty? Sixtyish?”
“Sixty?!” His mouth hung open, and his wide, judgmental eyes seemed to bore a hole in me.
Or maybe that was just the pain I felt.
Far too late, Short righted his face and tried to recover. “I mean... how—er, when?”
“Before I met you,” I cut back. “So if that’s a problem—”
“No!” He shook his head, wide-eyed. “I mean... it’s just... surprising, is all.”
“How?”
“Because you seem... quieter, than that, is all.” He lifted a shoulder.
My glare softened, but I still kept it sharp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Short flapped his mouth open and shut a few times. Finally, he shook his head. “I... the whole time I’ve known you, you’ve been this quiet mare. I guess you’re a bit more… driven, with the physical side of things, but I…” He trailed off, bobbing his head a little. “I mean, what happened?”
“Does it really affect you, even?” I tilted my head.
He nodded. “I mean, if there’s like a health issue…”
“No.” I shook my head and sighed, and my glare left with my breath. “I was always careful about that.”
He took a few steps towards me and placed a hoof on my shoulder. “Then it doesn’t bother me.”
Weakly, I grinned up at him. “You know, for a while, it bothered me, and I was the one doing it.”
That caused his head to turn. “Then why’d you do it?”
“It was fun. Exciting.” I shrugged. “Dangerous. Some nights, I really, really asked myself that same question, and I hated myself because I couldn’t bring myself to stop.”
Short pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything.
I shook my head. “But that’s all in the past now. I won’t really apologize for it, since I didn’t really do anything wrong, but that doesn’t mean I don’t carry a few regrets.” I blinked and locked eyes with my boyfriend. “And I know it’s not fair to you, but every time you turn me down, every time you just let that distance between us, it’s like there’s a completely new source—”
He pulled me in and kissed me. Our tongues flecked over each others’ at first, and then I pressed farther into him as the embrace continued.
Things only came to an end a few moments later, when Short pulled away for air and whispered, “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be; you didn’t know.”
He nodded before kissing me on the cheek.
After that, an awkward silence fell over us; it almost felt like we were waiting for each other to say something. At first, I didn’t know what I wanted to say, or what he might be waiting for, but then I chuckled and shook my head. It was obvious.
“Do you want to come in?”
For the first time, Short nodded. “I… uh… yeah. So… lead the way?”
I turned around and lightly smacked his snout with my tail. I might’ve sauntered in a more pronounced manner as I led him through the apartment building’s entrance and up the staircase, but I was okay with that. After our little argument, a little bit of leading would work wonders to get us into the mood.
And as it turned out, Short was pretty decent at following my lead.
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Huh. I didn't think you'd expand on Evening Flames. Not that I'm complaining :) I hope I have time to read this tomorrow.
>MFW I saw this posted
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Will there be ever resolve to Gildas banishment?
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Here's hoping you enjoy
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Yeah... October... February... same thing, right?
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I could go philosophical and ask, "Does there need to be?" I mean, she's setting down roots in the Farrington community, she's undoing a lot of the psychological damage and learning to live with the rest... isn't that a conclusion on its own?
I could go literal and say I know the basic story outline of what happens when and if she gets a chance to return home.
I think I'll be honest and say I still can't commit to writing that. I'm finishing up a lot of projects, and for the first time in a few years, I'm starting to see what it's like to not like to have a story in front of me that I've committed to finishing. Right now, I definitely want to take a break more than I want to write a novel-length story.
oh my gosh
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I think I am already used to expect things to work in Valve time, so I honestly do not mind.
The silliness of this really made me laugh way more than it should have.
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Heh... just like old times.
I thought I ran these past you at one point, though?
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I toned down the wonton sexiness of these quite a bit during revision, but that one had to stay.
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I... I don't even know.
August fifteenth is my birthday...
3947506 lol mine too!
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I can't wait to start troping. I just had 3 of my favorite authors cancel/go on hiatus/ quit entirely, so this comes as a ray of shining light that I'm totally gonna humpdash towards at blinding speeds.
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It came up twice in Evening Flames. Chapter 2, Starfall mentions she sent him flowers that he threw away to keep the peace with his wife. Then, in the epilogue (Iron's perspective):
3947583 Woo!
Wow, a little over one thousands words and that last chapter was still one of the best shipfics I read. I'd fave this story for that alone, not to mention all that other awesome stuff.
Nickname remains, as always, best griffmin.
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I can wait.
Yep. Just as good as I'd hoped.
Still my favorite part :-)
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Yes we talked about it last year. I’m pretty sure that I recommented „Mein“, but my brain may be wrong. No harm done anyway :-).
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Mm. And I might have had some bullshit reasoning that I forget now that it's been five months since these were written.
Glad you liked them, and sill liked Maxie's bit. :P
extra word
Anyway, nice slices of life for the characters of Farrington. I was wondering whether there'd be anything on Sherry in these small tidbits, but can't complain.
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Well, Sherry was sort of in this:
And... there's also a seventh vignette that I didn't post in with the Valentine's Day stuff (since it's even less related to romance than Gilda's was).
As of now, it's got a lot of re-tooling that's needed for something that's close to 2.4k words, and I'm not sure what I want to do with it. It's still in "rough draft" phase, so I don't want to release it publicly...
These little slices of life were quite charming as a means of tying up the loose ends. Even though this is one of the only series' that I wish had no end to it, I feel you rounded it off pleasantly.
Also, Jerry managed to stick with Stephen in a clandestine relationship for, what, 8 years? Not bad. Though in a way, I think it's a shame that they believe Gilda perished at flight camp, and that it would only cause more problems if they got wind of where she really ended up (At least Gilda would certainly reckon so). So long as the characters are happy however, it's an ideal place to end things.
And I hope you can get that seventh vignette sorted out at some point.
Your distended neuroses are both pathological and awkward. You can't possibly cover up the disgusting inferences here-in with outdated references like, "B-but... but Frued!!" It's quite embarrassing really, and overall... an abortion of morality. You should be kicked off this site.
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Dude.
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:3
I would have liked to see Gilda's reconciliation with Ponyville. Are you going to write that, or just hope that they do it in the show?
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If they do it in the show, I am certain they're going to completely render my story non-canon*. That's their right with their IP, after all. Leaving it up to the show would be irresponsible of me as an author, if I were worried about stuff like that.
At the same time, I have no plans to ever write her reconciliation. If I do progress with a sequel, it will be several years after these vignettes, and it will only focus on plot-relevant characters. That would basically be Twilight and Dash, two of whom it's fairly simple to say, "We got to hang out more after I apologized for being a bitch that day" and move on with the plot.
So, I suppose, the answer is 'neither.'
*You know. As canon as all my violence, death, and hate crimes can get.
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That's too bad. I like a good reconciliation story, but if you don't feel you have anything to write about it, then I understand. In the meantime, I'll just imagine it went something like this:
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I enjoyed all of these. :D Nice seeing these characters out stretching their legs again!
I swear watching someone doesn't help me find out when they release something. I was such a huge fan of "Evening Flames" and I didn't know this existed.
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I did a RP blog post recently, too.
5052615 I believe I saw that one, there seems to be this huge gap of things I've missed, from anyone really, but it's the worst when I miss something real good.
This was pretty decent. I don't know what I expected going in, but after looking back and realising that it was a Valentine's special, I think it fits nicely. Little sad we never got to see the proposal, though. Or anything of Sherry, much as it might've been out of place. We still really need some resolution on her.
oh hey, new stuff.
So, I’m guessing we’ll never actually see Gilda’s reconciliation?
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