I'm marrying Rarity · 7:26pm Nov 7th, 2014
OK...not exactly! However, with my wedding only two months away I've basically not been writing at all...just so much to get done and take care of. Today though, I had a silly flash of inspiration this morning when I jokingly made an association with my finacee and Rarity. There are quite a few similarities though! Both are very fashion oriented, very neat and tidy, creative and artistic and (if she reads this I'm dead) dramatic at times.
But that said, it prompted a rare spark of writing creativity today, so I thought I'd share it as a blog post for those that have followed me. Hope everyone has a super weekend!
And if she is reading this....Love you Baby!! 
Will You Marry Me
"Will you marry me?"
Four words. Five syllables. Fourteen letters.
In retrospect, it's not a very complex sentence. A simple interrogative, requiring a simple response. Grammatically, it's one of the most clear and easy structures to write, but surprisingly difficult to utter.
I've never been more nervous of four little words in my life. Mind you, I'm the one on the asking side of that question, so I have every right to be nervous. Everything that matters to me hangs in the balance of a one-word reply.
As I watch her features start to take on the expected look of surprise at the question, I can't help but notice that I've apparently cast some form of time-dilation spell. I've used spells in the past to travel through time, so the concept is not entirely foreign to me. Logically, I know this can't actually be such an event but it feels like it, down to my very core. Seconds are stretching, like wisps of cotton candy being spun around a paper cone.
My ears catch the sharp intake of breath, her lungs have caught up with her ears it seems. Eyes are opened wider, one hoof raising to her cheek. All I need now is for her speech center to kick in and respond. My own breath is stilled in my chest, and my heart feels like it's going to burst out and go running down the street.
"Oh, Twilight!" she breathes at last.
Now that's unfair. A violation of the rules. Ask a question, get an answer, right? Still, I have to be mindful of the gravity of the situation. It's not like I asked if she wanted another cup of coffee, or if she wanted to go try the new cafe down the street (I already know the odds of that are 92 percent "Yes", but I digress). The time dilation grows again and for a fleeting moment I wonder if I've actually cast such a spell. My mind starts to process in parallel, devoting resources to analyzing that a spurious magical event hasn't taken place, when something inside my head notifies me that I've experienced an auditory stimulus.
I snap my full attention back to the moment, and see she's smiling, her eyes brimming with the beginnings of tears. For all of my years of study, I formulate probably the most embarrassing response to what I didn't actually hear.
"Huh?"
The smile widens, the corners of her mouth quirking a bit in what is likely a suppressed giggle. But her eyes lock onto mine, and now in addition to the time dilation I've managed to compress physical space as well. I can't see the trees in the park any longer, the sky isn't in view, all I can see is her face in its lovely radiance.
"Yes, my love. Yes, I will marry you."
Just like that, the spell is broken. Time starts to flow again, my vision returns to normal, I start to breathe again. I've felt the Magic of Friendship, the power of the Elements of Harmony flow through me. I've channeled the power of four Alicorn princesses simultaneously. In this moment, however, I feel as if I'm super-charged more so than I ever have been. I rise from where I was kneeling and wrap my new fiancee into a hug, kissing her and tasting the sweet, salty tears of joy that are now flowing down both our faces.
We embrace for several moments, and now I wish I could remember that time dilation spell. I don't want this moment to end. I finally draw back my face to look into her eyes, those eyes that captivated me and drew me in so long ago when I realized that I had feelings for her beyond simple friendship. My throat feels a little dry, but I manage to find my voice.
"I love you, Rarity," I whisper tenderly.
"I love you too, Twilight," Rarity answers me.
In one part of my mind, it dawns on me that Pinkie Pie must be suffering an overload on her Pinkie Sense, this likely qualifies as "a doozy" for her. Another part is already trying to decide what to say to Spike. Another part is starting to compose another "Dear Princess Celestia" letter...though perhaps I should inform my parents and brother first. File that component for now. That has triggered a sub-task; how to inform the rest of the girls. Multi-tasking can be a cruel mistress, at times.
"Darling, what are you thinking?"
The question draws me back into focus. "Everything," I answer truthfully. Applejack would be proud of my honesty, I suppose. "Mostly how happy I am, how happy you've made me." I mean it, every word of it. The feelings are a bit overwhelming, like waves crashing over a reef. Happiness, relief, anticipation...they all are clashing for control of my emotions and my head feels like it's spinning. From the look of things, Rarity is doing about the same.
"Me too, sweetheart. I feel as if I could walk right on the clouds right now." A little twinkle gleams in her eye. "And I don't even know the proper spell."
"I'll teach you," I promise. For some reason, it makes us both giggle. It feels good to laugh, sweeping away any of the remaining tension from the suspense of the moment. Now everything is celebration. I hug Rarity closer and give one more sweet kiss.
"Let's go home, we have a lot of friends to tell the good news." I suggest.
"Of course, darling. Oh, I can't wait to see the look on Sweetie Belle's face when I tell her!" Rarity gushes. "She'll positively be floored! I can't wait to ask her to be my Mare of Honor."
Hmm. That stops my mental tracks again. I'd not given any thought to that. Shining Armor is my first thought, but there's a tiny little pang of guilt about Spike. The honor could easily be his but it would almost be like twisting the knife. I quickly push those thoughts aside, I'll cross that bridge later.
I take Rarity's hoof in mine and kiss it, then turn back towards Ponyville and our future together. Rarity follows my lead, and we stroll back to Carousel Boutique with the rest of our lives ahead of us.
Get your fiancee to dye her hair purple?
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I'd likely be boiled in oil to suggest messing with the coiffeur!
Heh. When my sister got married, they used Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy figurines instead of a bride and groom on the cake. (Well, bride and bride.) It was rather perfect.
In any case, congratulations!
If Twilight weren't an inconsiderate cunt, she would've told Spike about her feelings for Rarity very soon after they sprang up. And she sure as shit would never let such a secret fester until after proposing to her.
A belated condragonlations on your engagement, though. It's just weird that such a happy occasion would inspire such an ugly, mean-spirited story.