Er, well, who let this get dusty? · 5:41am Dec 12th, 2016
A young changeling sat at his desk, idly fiddling with his papers and pencils while he chatted away with his girlfriend. He tossed his blue mane and gave a smug smirk as he listened to her grumble vows of retribution for his latest bit of teasing—promises he had no doubt she intended to keep the next time she got her hooves on him.
"Swear to Celestia, you're going to get it one of these days," a unicorn mare of auburn mane and golden coat grumbled under her breath. "Pow! Right in the kisser, you smug ho!"
Doubtful, dear, he thought, grinning from ear to ear. But you're welcome to try. Licking his lips with a long, forked tongue, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Wouldn't that be ho-ling?"
Slowly, she turned and fixed him with a flat stare. "I'm going to throw up on you."
"Are we sure you're not part changeling, dearest? Because if you project some sort of sticky substance, it might qualify for cocoon slime." Grinning as she sputtered and gagged at the implication (really, her aversion to a nice, warm pod was just adorable), he resumed moving his supplies. He moved his copy of Faerie Tale to the side, and came upon a book he hadn't seen in some time. "Hello! What's this?"
His companion stopped her false gagging, her ears stood up. "What is it?"
"I'm not sure. It's rather dusty." Wrinkling his chitinous snout, he shrugged and took a deep breath, then blew on the cover.
A cloud of dust billowed forth and hit his unicorn lover full in the face. She set her jaw, her ears pinned back flat against her scalp.
The changeling winced. "Oops. You okay, hon?"
Blowing a bit of dust from her lips, she growled, "One of these days. Right. In. The. Kisser." She wiped a hoof across her eyes and fixed him with a glare. "So what is it?"
"Oh, right." His sky blue eyes fell upon the title. Slowly, his lips curved into a tiny frown. "Uh ... if I'm not mistaken, this is one of mine ..." He held out the cover to her, showing the name:
Twilight, Good Night.
For a moment, his lover was silent. She quirked a brow, then brought a hoof to her head. "You're a nitwit."
"You love me for it, though, right?"
"... Why must you remind me of these things?"
"That doesn't answer the question."
"I love you for it, but that doesn't mean you're not a nitwit ... or that you're not going to get it one of these days."
Er, so! That exchange with my girlfriend aside, it has come to my attention that I haven't done anything with TGN in ... uh ... y'know what, let's just not go there!
No, the story is not dead or abandoned or whatever. I've just been lazy and/or distracted with other projects, and have neglected it for a long time. But, I'm gonna have to change that soon.
Good thing I've got a little free time ahead of me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to run!
My dear girlfriend has gotten ahold of the crowbar, and I'm not certain I want to see how well a changeling's carapace holds up against it!
Toodles!
>.>....there is a date to be had and i will not be denied sir!!
Back to continue writing?
This makes me happy. :)
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HA! I knew you were a changeling!
Crowbar might work. Gods know that a rolled up newspaper doesn't...
Oh boy. Can't wait.
GOOD LUCCCCKKKK
Can't wait. :) TGN is definitely one of my favorite fics.
I was really hoping this hadn't died, nice to see it's coming back.
It... it li-lih-lives!! *breaks down in tears of joy*
Looking forward to seeing this back up! Can't wait!
Oh wow, i didn't even realize you were the one writing that story. Will have to look through your other stuff and see what else I've read.