The Stereotypical Drafts

by JinxTJL

Chapter 45 - For Want of Normalcy

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At one point, he was sure that listening to Her drawl and mislead in every possible little undertone had lit some sort of awe in him. She spoke to him so promptly, yet the way She said things always made it sound like She was hiding meanings under ever recursive meanings.

But he was tired of it now; it just made him tired. She obviously wasn't 'testing his conviction;' She could stand to let Her mistakes stand once in a while, rather than throwing them under any rug She could find.

He just... wanted to talk to Her.

As his steady wall of indifference continued to stand defiant of Nightmare Moon's smiling leer, it slowly faded. One corner at a time: Her face fell, and there was suddenly a heavy silence between them as they both just... stared.

Her fallen eyes studied his sunken, hooded own; and he... couldn't help but imagine what She'd look like if Her eyes were... different.

She was a pony, so what would She look like with normal eyes? Not... cut long and foreign, but round, and familiar. Regular. Softly curved, on a face not hardened with the strength of a Goddess.

All of the intelligence, the depths of wisdom and surprising humor; what would it seem without the edge?

Author's Note:

There's not much to say, here. It's just a sad little idea I wish I had tried harder to showcase, that came second to the things I deemed more important.

In the end, he only ever resented Her. I never gave him the chance he needed to imagine a better time. A calmer time.

A time before the insanity.