Spring Broke in progress · 10:13pm Nov 29th, 2017
Buttermilk’s every touch was electric and Copperquick was almost drunk on love. After the visit to the Faucet, something was different with himself, but he was unable to determine what it was. Now, it was almost as if he was floating, as if his body was a balloon, and he wasn’t careful, he would do like the water dripping from the faucet did: fall upwards into the sky, never to be seen again.
Keeping his hooves off of her was pretty much impossible, and he didn’t care if her mother was watching or not. Buttermilk seemed happy, and a happy pegasus was appealing to Copperquick. He pawed at her, nuzzled her neck, chuffed behind her ear, and was in general, a romantic pest. Perhaps it was the spring season that was the cause, but Copperquick was in quite a mood.
Love had a funny way of easing the pains of poverty, the agony of being stuck on the bottom, love made these things tolerable, bearable, for if there was one thing that the poor and the rich shared, it was love. It was a powerful anesthetic to the pain of living, and like alcohol, it dulled the senses while offering a delightful euphoric stupour. Love was fuel for poets, a balm for the aches of the working class, and precious respite for the mad. Copperquick reveled in his new addiction and Buttermilk indulged him with playful rebukes that only spurred his amorous advances.
The world around them was a busy, busy place, with a surprising amount of air traffic. Airships now hovered overhead, lowering and raising bulk goods with cranes. Under most circumstances, Copperquick would be fascinated by this, but at the moment he only had eyes for Buttermilk. One airship, dressed in the red and gold livery of the fire department, went chugging past with its hoof-cranked siren blaring.
This was a world that never seemed to stay still for long.
I've been super distracted all morning and most of the day. The work is slow going, sorry.
Also, this had to have some rewriting so it wouldn't sound like a creepy would-be rape in progress, 'cause I don't want that.
This made me smile and reminisce. When my wife and I first got married, we had nothing. I worked at target for minimum wage, and she was having trouble finding a job. Man, though. The memories from that time...that song about 'Living on Love'? That was us. Good times. Brb, gonna go kiss the Mrs.
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Yes! At least one person made happy. Victory.