Wub Me

by FlutterDash777

The Heart of Music

-The Heart of Music

As Octavia slid off Vinyl's shades, the anticipation was killer. The purple tinted glasses were centimeters away from revealing Vinyl's mysterious eyes. Octavia was completely ready to finally see all of the ponies face. But as soon as Octavia could almost make out her eyes, Vinyl slapped her hoof away. She straightened her shades back on her face, and aligned them on each side.

"Oh my goodness, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to--" Octavia was cut off by Vinyl's hoof waving in her face. Octavia could see that the unicorn was slightly grinning. Was she being made fun of again?

"It's okay! I just like mu' shades on mu' face!" Vinyl moved her head in such a motion, showing that she had winked. She moved out in front of the door, seeing if Octavia would open it for her.

Octavia's unmoved expression showed that she was too distracted by Vinyl to see her out. Vinyl then turned around and showed herself to the door.

"Well, I better get going then..." Vinyl said, as she turned to face the gray earth pony, and gave her a smile.

Vinyl knew that Octavia was probably annoyed by her, and she was probably eager to see her leave, and never come back. Vinyl knew Octavia was that kind of pony. She was too self absorbed to have any fun, let alone with a rowdy pony like her. But that was cool, Vinyl could always be sleeping right now, and sleep never hurt anypony.

Vinyl started to walk out the door but stopped at Octavia's voice.

"Leaving so soon?" Octavia's tone sounded disappointed. It seemed as if Octavia dreaded to see her go. The unicorn turned back around, and stared the earth pony in her deep purple eyes. They were larger than usual. She wasn't lowering them as she normally did every time Vinyl looked at her. They were pretty cute.

"I didn't wanna' impose anymore than I already have, so I was just gonna' head on home." Vinyl pulled one hoof up, and arched it. She was curious to see why the prideful pony stopped her from leaving.

"I know you." Octavia faintly said. It was almost inaudible. Vinyl twitched her ear, trying to strain to hear what Octavia had said.

"Wh--What?" Vinyl asked with a stammer. Her confidence dropped, as she felt compelled to know what the pony had said. Whatever it may have been it didn't sound like she said it in a happy voice. More like, dreadful.

Octavia spoke with more sound now.

"I know you..." Vinyl understood this time. Her ears dropped. She knew her? What in Equestria was this filly talking about? Vinyl took a step closer to Octavia, standing halfway through the door.

"You know me? Well I mean, we did meet last night, so I guess you do--"

"No. I've known you from somewhere before. You're just like....her...." Octavia stopped. Her words trailed off, and Vinyl had a hard time hearing the last word, but she made it out.

"Who's her?" Vinyl's mind started to ponder, and her heart picked up its pace. Was this great musician crazy? Vinyl didn't know. But she wasn't afraid to fully walk back into her home, and softly shut the door behind her. She wasn't afraid at all of this pony. She felt more adrenaline than anything at the moment. Intensity built up within her. She couldn't sit still any longer. She started to move her hoofs around every once in a while. Vinyl repeated herself once again.

"Who's her?" Vinyl stared down the gray earth pony. Her eyes lingered to Octavia's pink neck tie. She hadn't really noticed it before. But it was becoming of her.

Octavia turned her eyes away.

"Nevermind. It is nothing important." Octavia moved towards another room, Vinyl could see it was the kitchen. Octavia changed the subject.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Vinyl slowly nodded her head, and let the awkward moment go.

The two fillies talked for hours. Octavia had made some salad sandwiches, and some tea. Vinyl wasn't a big tea pony but she drunk it anyways, along with the sandwich in which she bluntly devoured. She hadn't ate since the previous night, so she had no problem with eating every last bite.

Octavia seemed more intrigued with Vinyl than she had earlier. Vinyl knew that earlier that day, Octavia wanted to get rid of her. She was forcing herself to be kind, but now she seemed as if she didn't want her to leave. As if she was forcing her to stay, which she wasn't completely. Vinyl did enjoy Octavia's company as well. She was so caught up in every word that Octavia spoke that she could barley comprehend their conversations. Words just flew by her without meaning. She just stared at Octavia while she moved her arms, and made hoof gestures as she spoke.

"Don't you think so?" Octavia looked at Vinyl with excitement. She was smiling more than ever. But what was she talking about?

"Um...What was that?" Vinyl tried to act as if she merely hadn't heard her. She tried to focus on the words that Octavia was speaking now.

"Music seems to have its way of bringing ponies together for all sorts of reasons. Don't you think?" Octavia smiled once again, hoping this time she would be heard.

"Oh, yeah! Hell yeah! You're so right." Vinyl grinned, and pumped her hoof in the air.

Octavia somewhat looked at the unicorn in disapproval from her choice of words, but shook it aside. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and Vinyl was too.

Octavia looked down at her cup of tea she was cradling between her two hooves. She gently twirled it from side to side watching the ripple effect inside her cup. She slightly opened her mouth, and her eyes traveled towards Vinyl's. Vinyl saw this, and Octavia quickly looked down once again.

"Do....do you think there was a particular reason....that music brought us together? Do you think there is a particular reason that you are here with me...now?"

Octavia continued to look down as she spoke. She was pretending to be mesmerized into her tea, but she was solely waiting for an answer from Vinyl.

Vinyl sat there for a while. Trying to figure something good to tell Octavia. Was this a trick question? How was she supposed to answer this? She was afraid to say anything, but she knew that Octavia's question was a serious one, and she knew Octavia was patiently waiting for her response. Vinyl finally came up with something to say.

"There could be a lot of reasons. Fate is a funny thing, right? But you will never really know unless you leave all questions, and expectations behind, and just live it out. See what happens, and when something does finally happen, if anything does, you will finally know the true reasoning behind something..." Vinyl's voice drifted off. Where did that come from? It sounded so intelligent, and Vinyl was pleased by this.

Octavia looked up from her cup, and stared into Vinyl's black rimmed shades. She could almost make out the outline of Vinyl's mysterious eyes that she longed to see. She looked deep within them. What was Vinyl trying to say by that?

'Leave expectations behind? What sort of expectations is she trying to imply?'

Octavia leaned in a little closer in her chair. She lifted one eyebrow slightly, and lowered her eye lids.

"Is that so?" Octavia didn't know anything else to say about that. She couldn't help but think about....

"Yep! At least, that's how I look at it." Vinyl smiled at her whim of the moment reply. She thought she was so clever.

Octavia set down her cup of tea. She stood up from her chair, and walked over to Vinyl's side of the table.

"Would you like to hear me play? It's a piece I've been working on for quite sometime, but I have never had the chance to play it for anypony before."

Vinyl's eyes widened under her shades. Hear Octavia play? Vinyl set down her cup as well, and lifted from her seat.

"Of course..." Vinyl was led out of the room by Octavia. She was completely out of it. She couldn't help but wonder why Octavia had invited her to stay longer, talk with her for hours on end, then ask to play for her! It was amazing to Vinyl. She never made out Octavia to be such open pony. Especially to a unicorn like her.

The two ponies walked into another room. It was the last on Octavia's hallway. The door was closed, so Octavia lightly opened it.

The room was filled with music stands, and paper scattered everywhere. It was a musical mess within the isolated room.

"Excuse the mess. I haven't been in here for quite a while..." Octavia sat Vinyl down at one of the padded chairs in the room. She told her she would be right back. Octavia exited the room, and went down the hallway.

Vinyl looked around at the room. There were crumbled music paper strode everywhere. The stands were pack full with paper as well. Vinyl never took Octavia to be this messy. It was almost as bad as Vinyl's home.

Octavia returned to the room, this time with her cello case. She smiled brightly at Vinyl, and then closed the door behind her. She set her case on the floor, and removed the locks. She gently took her long bow in hoof, and her cello as well in the other.

"I hope you like it. It's been a working progress for many...many years. This is the first time I've performed it for anypony, so consider yourself lucky!" Octavia smiled warmly at Vinyl, who returned it with a nod of the head.

Vinyl was so ready to hear the song that Octavia had composed herself. She knew it was going to be beautiful, and it was all for her.

Octavia got in her playing position, and made herself comfortable. She lifted her bow, and began to play.

The notes rolled off the strings with ease. The low sound hit Vinyl's ears with grace. Vinyl watched as the gray earth pony moved her arms up and down with each soft stroke. It was at a slow, depressing tempo, but the tune was indeed lovely. Vinyl's heart started to race. And then it hit her.

This was all too familiar to her. It was way too familiar. The tune. The beat. The tempo. The sound. The notes. And above all....the cellist.

Comments

[LunaLover1990]

Wow... This is gettin' good! Keep 'em coming, please!

[Kail]

Do they know each other from early in life? Hmmm....

[FlutterDash777]

1716851 thank you!
1717015 We will have to see

[MageTrollpatrol]

Why does this feel like an Inception type thing? Anyways, great story so far!

[tilkau]

the anticipation was killer.
That gave me linguistic whiplash. It's a rather outstanding example of SophisticatedAsHell[1], to the point that that sentence reads like it was part of a parody -- 'yeah, this is SOO ROMANTIC.. NOT!!! DENIED!'. Is that what you intended? I guess I'll find out as I read more.

[1] TVTropes link warning.