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// In the Light of Day 
// Story: Nuit Blanche 
// by nightwalker 
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There was light and there was noise, something akin to running water. Those were Octavia’s first impressions of the morning. The water stopped quickly enough that it might very well have been an illusion, but the light didn’t go away.

A groan escaped the lips of the grey earth pony as she dared open her eyes. Quickly regretting that mistake, she hid her face behind her forelegs.

Still, she couldn’t hide from the day forever. Slowly peeking out from behind her legs, she squinted and sought the clock in the room, groaning and hiding again when she saw the time.

Yes, it was well after eleven, but to be fair, she had been up on stage DJ-ing—such as it were—until three in the morning, and didn’t actually get to sleep until just after four. It had been a long night out, but she couldn’t argue with Jazzie; the results were certainly worth it. Still though, she really… really should get up and practice.

A yawn stretched her muzzle and then worked its way down to the rest of her body, causing her to writhe and twist amongst the tangled sheets as she stretched out all her limbs. She turned over and settled down on top of a pillow, pulling it close underneath her.

On second though, the bed was nice and warm from the sunlight. Maybe a little more.

“Hey, you’re awake,” came a surprisingly cheery voice. Octavia opened her eyes to the sight of a white unicorn standing in her bathroom doorway, toweling off her vibrant blue mane.

Red. Her eyes, no longer hidden behind her sunglasses, were red.

“So I managed to find the bathroom and the shower,” said Vinyl. She got the last bit of water out of her forelock and hung the towel around her neck. Her mane was maybe only a little messier than last night. “But I wasn’t able to find the coffee yet.”

Octavia yawned hugely again. “Kitchen’s down the hall to your left,” she croaked, her voice still heavy from sleep.

Vinyl sauntered over and rubbed her nose against Octavia’s. “Yeah, but it’s your kitchen. How about getting up and giving me a helping hoof with that?”

Looking deeply into the red eyes in front of her, their corners crinkled up in a smile, Octavia asked, “But if I feed you, how will I ever get rid of you?”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” Vinyl pressed forward in a light kiss.

Octavia smirked and kissed back.


Th’End