Picturesque

by LEPShot

Portrait Through Words

Picturesque

-(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(<O>)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)--(o)-

Warmth, permeating and omnipresent, touching every inch of skin. Relaxing.

A haze. Exhaustion covering her mind. Weights on her eyelids.

Clouds. Fluffy, solid and lush. Pulling down, into themselves.

Sheets, clean, slightly tangled, underneath her body.

A pillow. Solid, hot, under her neck.

Another, across her foreleg, wrapped tightly against her withers. Security.

Two bellies pressed together. Heat is shared.

Fur rubs and sparks with every breath.

Comfort is found in the embrace.

Supreme softness is felt on every part of her body.

Thoughts are bogged by sleep.

A dozen things run through her mind.

Her mind is still.

The world is red.

An amethyst eye opens. Soft light fills it. The eye shuts again.

The sun, shining in the morning. It flows into their space, casting shadows behind her.

A pulse against her chest. Steady, rhythmic, powerful. It matches her own.

A purple hoof above the caged beat. Under feathers, against skin. More warmth.

White fur against her nose.

A deep inhale.

Millions of scents, all breathtaking.

Sandalwood. The ocean. Grass. Freesia.

A tired smile.

Bliss.

A rush of air against an alabaster coat.

A feathered wing moves. Slowly, peacefully.

The Unicorn’s ribs and flank are covered.

The pillows move. They clutch her as lightly as the clouds caress her.

A head moves. A lavender cheek brushes a white neck. Slow. Tender. Loving.

Soft words fill the air. Vibrations run through the white chest.

A musical voice. Melodic. Comforting. Familiar.

A greeting. Welcoming. Warm. Tranquil.

A happy sigh.

A response. Light, cracked with sleep.

A chortle. The white legs move again, pulling her closer. Feathers encircle her.

Their bellies are snug against one another.

The pulse grows more pronounced. It’s steady as ever. Unchanging. Alive.

Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.

No time passes. All time passes.

Nothing exists but light, clouds, and two mares.

Nothing else ever has. Nothing ever will.

She pulls her head back. Slowly.

The white legs allow it to move. Reluctantly.

Her cheek slides against a groomed coat.

Heat seeps into her skin.

Her eyes open. They see magenta ones.

Love is present in the soft color.

No lust. No anger. No worry.

Love.

Eternity comes and goes.

Movement is seen for the first time in decades. Or maybe seconds?

The sky is above the white mare’s horn.

Blue of the air. Indigo of the west. Purple of the clouds. Green of the treetops.

No wind is felt. None is needed. The sky moves in waves.

Lavender fur is caressed by alabaster.

A bare white hoof brushes tangled hair.

Strands are tucked behind an ear.

Amethyst eyes close.

A soft, tired sigh.

A small body sinks further into the clouds.

White lips find a lilac forehead. The tired mare smiles again.

The lips linger.

The lips retreat. Regretfully.

A horned head nuzzles white fur.

Three words are voiced. Softly. Peacefully.

A pause.

An Alicorn is filled with euphoria.

The commitment is returned. Lovingly.

A smile is felt against a white chest.

The lavender mare sleeps again. Serenity is on her features.

Emotion shoots through a powerful heart. Affection. Adoration.

Magenta eyes rove the sleeping face.

Every detail, every flawless feature, every flawed aspect, committed to memory.

Intense heat is at her back. Her charge’s presence is known.

The guardian touches the mare’s back, her wings, her neck.

The heat is nice. Soothing. Part of her.

The light is everlasting.

A white foreleg moves.

It wraps around the Unicorn’s head.

A light pull brings it to her white chest.

The mare does not wake.

A white nose finds itself in tangled, dark hair.

A deep inhale.

Raspberries. Bluebell. The musk of old books.

Magenta eyes close.

White lips smile.

A deep exhale.

Ecstasy.

A content sigh. Hair is pushed by the light air.

The warm body is pressed between her hooves and wing.

The smaller mare sleeps peacefully.

Her chest rises and falls every few seconds.

The darker fur is more coarse than hers.

It’s more real.

Light pours through white eyelids.

The world is red and warm.

The world does not exist.

In this moment, Suspended in time, only the light is here, on her back.

Only the clouds are here, supporting the embracing bodies.

Only the mares are here, resting with one another.

Together, in Paradise.

Forever.

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Eternity must end. All things end.

The Alicorn squeezes her eyes tightly at the thought.

She would not allow this moment to end.

She couldn’t.

White forelegs feel a warm body.

Her belly feels another’s coat.

She senses two hearts beating.

Hers, and her love’s.

A hoof touches her cheek. Not a white hoof, but lavender.

Magenta eyes open.

Two sleepy, violet ones peer back.

Peace is seen there. No anxiety. No cares.

A white hoof holds the purple leg.

The touch is cooling. Radiant.

The Alicorn’s back is the same.

Fear stabs through an ageless heart.

Their world is gone.

Light is gone.

Clouds are gone.

But the other mare is still here.

Her presence is a balm for pain and doubt.

The bed draws her old body into the sheets.

A white leg holds purple withers again.

A large wing becomes a blanket.

A happy smile illuminates the room again.

The lavender hoof moves.

Disappointment is felt.

A foreleg trails down her neck.

Heat trails in its wake.

Across her shoulder.

It tucks itself under the white wing.

Disappointment is forgotten.

Violet eyes watch hers.

The scent of two ponies mingle.

The sheets below them become lighter, fluffier.

Pillows and comforters become air.

Fear is now but a memory.

Two noses move forward.

White fur meets violet.

A slender horn brushes a short one.

Two pairs of eyes are unwavering.

Their moment is gone.

Their moment will last forever.

Author's Note:

This story was designed to capture the essence of the cover picture, titled "Twilestia - Suspended", by Jykinturah on DeviantArt.

I hope I did this well enough, even if this is the most flowery and purple prose-filled fic I've ever seen.

Anyway, tell me what you think, and go check that guy out on DA, his ponies are really amazing!

Comments

[Fallen Knight]

Took your sweet time moderators huh, wondered who wrote and added a story to some groups but put a password protection on it.

[Brony2893]

This story, I like it!

[Taliesin of the Forest]

So many feels, so well written.

Five out of five Derpy's for you

[qohdqihdoqifhoeifheowifh]

This is very poetic.

[Hereward]

I'm not sure if it's just the title but this makes me think of...

[DaemoN67]

This is... I haven't seen anything like it... wow... it's beautiful...

[Larsen]

Great idea
Beautiful execution

[Prince Solstice]

This is possibly the most clever poem I've seen. Nice job on keeping it to 1000 words, it just makes everything that much better. After all a picture is worth 1000 words. I wouldn't mind seeing some more of this from you.

[Falkner]

Very unusual writing style but I loved it

[Bell]

The author's note said it all. Kind of pretentious and purple for my taste. Sorry, but I have to thumbs-down.

[LEPShot]

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It's your opinion, I'm not gonna give you flak for it when I agree with most of what you're saying. Thanks for being honest, though.

[Bell]

2053281 Thank you for taking my criticism graciously.

There's a reason I follow you, and that's because I think you're an amazing writer (judging from Sundown and Moonrise, anyway), but that doesn't mean I consider you to be above having flaws. I was honest because blind ass-kissing doesn't help anyone.

[LEPShot]

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Again, thank you!

[ultra1437]

Damn. I'm impressed. All three four stories you've written so far LEPShot, and all are powerful in their own unique way. +1 thumb and fave. Too bad i can't follow you more than once.

[NightPony Dee]

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...and prose, but who's complaining?

[koenigseggfan14]

this is a great story. It seems more like a hiku then a story or a people. But still so well written

[Twilicorn]

Eh. It was okay, though confusing and flowery and the picture makes Twilight look R63.

[BeezelPony]

god damn. That was kawaii

[KaiCalimatinus]

This isn't a story. It is a description.
There is no prose, there is only prose.
This is pone. Unflowery pone is like Transformers without Baysploosions.
And half the image is purple. There is a technique for everything, I find a description of showing doesn't convey to me. When you're lost in that sleepy bliss, there can't be any showing the reader. That would take you outside their head. For me, can't work.

Well done.

[LEPShot]

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Thank...you? For commenting, anyway. I'm just a tad lost as to the message your comment is trying to convey.

[mar3ek]

Hi, I am commander Shepard and you are probably my most favorite author on the Citadel. Erm, I mean, here on FimFic.net. This piece is so unique. Looking forward to see more of your work in the future.

[Smirkythread]

Okay, I couldn't read this. It wasn't bad, in fact the parts I did read were quite good. I just can't read poems, they bug me, sorry.

And now to post the comment that made have to click on this story.

To me this picture tells me that two ponies are either going to do it, are doing, or have already done it.

And of course by it I meant professing love.

[LEPShot]

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Probably about to do it, seeing as there's no sign of sweat, blush or other... um... stuff.

[animeyasha66]

oh my god this is amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you my friend are a master of poatry