We continued to kiss under the incandescent light of the setting sun. The purple, almost pink hue, glistened off the nimbus we now laid upon. My body tensed with every smack of our lips, sweat began to appear off corkscrews brow. My body began to convulse and twitched in a rhythmic patter. I felt Corkscrew’s hooves climb their way up my trembling back and then wrap around me. in one abrupt motion I was swayed to my back. Corkscrew glared at me, anticipation was shown brightly within his eyes. I was breathing heavily, waiting for what was about to come, my first time. I closed my eyes in anxiety but with a hint of bliss. But, instead of us having sex I felt tears hit my coat. I opened my eyes and saw Corkscrew, he was crying softly with his eyes closed.
"I-I can't do this, I'm sorry Quill, its just to hard," Corkscrew said in a nearly inaudible tone.
I arduously slid into an upright position before speaking, "W-who is Quill? was she your daughter?" I asked between my heated breaths.
"M-m-my c-child?!" Corkscrew said as he fought every emotional cord I pulled. The emotional ties he had with this mare must have been strong for him to be jerked from his lust. Corkscrew fell back onto his flank, sniffling and fighting for composure. Maybe even for a little peace of mind. I motioned myself onto my knees and crawled over to him.
I got close and pulled Corkscrew into me, "It's ok," I whispered to him as he finally let his emotional restraints snap. I held him tightly as he mourned for another, perhaps she was dead? Maybe she was lost? I didn't know so I helped hold Corkscrew together.
he tried to talk over his pain but I only heard this, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I became agitated at the fact that I didn't know how to help. But, I was going to try, I had to for Corkscrew.
I positioned my head next to his, "Tell me about her," I asked softly.
"I. She...beautiful," Corkscrew finally managed to say. "S-she was everything to me, but then they took her. The damned URCF took her from me. I-I still remember our wedding day, so perfect, almost a delightful ambiance of what hope was." he finished. I was stunned, dumbfounded by the fact that Corkscrew is, or was, married.
"Did you have kids?" I asked, letting go of Corkscrew so we could talk face to face.
"No, she was going into labor when, well, when I was branded," He said with some agony.
"What!" I gasped.
"Yeah, I-it was done outside her hospital window, she saw every fucking thing!" He cringed with regret. My eyes began to well a little, I couldn't imagine the pain they must have felt. Quill seeing her husband slaughtered in front of her. Ripcord seeing his child bearing wife's affliction, and his child. Corkscrew's child never know who his, or her, father was. All these thoughts webbed together in my mind slowly overshadowing me. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest, like my soul had sighed in this moment.
I kept my worry bottled and continued to ask, "Did you know if it was a colt or a mare?" I asked hurtfully, worried that I’d offend him.
"Yeah, it was a little mare. The doctor said she would be healthy, strong wings and," Corkscrew stopped for a moment to regain himself. "Strong wings and everything, we were so h-happy," He barely managed to finish. Tears streamed down Corkscrews face like a desolate creak. Now, I couldn't hold back my own tears. A little mare, his little mare never knowing, never able to understand why. Why her father was gone, why he had to be killed. At least tried to be killed. But, my minds clouded haze had a silver lining in the basis of marriage.
I remembered Corkscrew saying he remembered his wedding, "Um, you said something about a wedding earlier, can you tell me about it please?"
"Yeah, yeah I did and yes, yes I can. It was about nine years ago on a breezy August afternoon. The Canterlot gardens were dotted with blooming spring flowers. An almost unknown feeling overcame me as I watched Quill walk down the Isle. Oh, how the sun beat of her golden mane just made me blush. I thought over and over again, "I'm really doing it, I'm marrying Quill!" I remember waiting patiently next to my good friends Bio-Haze and Florian. We were dressed to the best of our abilities and budget. But Quill, oh Celestia did she look magnificent in her dress. The rose stitching along the bell of it with an ivory wave design lining the entire thing. I remember Florian nudging my shoulder with a smile on his face. All I did was laugh and that caused her father to give me the death glare. I froze in my spot and again waited patiently for her father to let her stand with me. Her father ler her go from his front leg and she gracefully walked up the stairs. She positioned herself in front of me, we both smiled with glee. Eventually, the preacher said his little garble and we exchanged vows, I remember them perfectly as well.”
“I, Quill, promise in life or death, for the times we try and the times we progress. To stay hoof in hoof with you even if we grow old. And if we grow old, and our memories fade, I'll remember my faith to you through my minds troubled haze. Even if we have nothing to say, nothing to do but be in each others arms. Then that’s were I'll stay, with you forever and any day." Quill said with a tear falling down her tanned face. I gathered myself an began to read mine. “I, Corkscrew, Promise in troubled times of deep anguish. To stay with you and help you through them. To hold you higher then your problems and let you fly. To eventually bring you back down just so I can have you to myself again. I promise that if it gets boring to liven the mood. That if we tire in our age I'll carry us both. And , if we separate in any way, I’ll love you forever and in times untrue." I said with a grin breaking across my face." Corkscrew finished with a broken smile on his face.
"O-oh Celestia, I'm sorry Corkscrew, so very sorry," I said with tears cascading down my cheeks.
"It's ok, you didn't know and I couldn't stop myself," Corkscrew replied.
"What do you mean, you still love her don't you?" I asked, creeping forward a bit.
"Of coarse I promised but, but eight years and I don't even know if she's alive! You made my heart beat for the time in years and I-I almost, dammed, I almost broke my vows" Corkscrew spat in disgust with himself. I felt happy for a moment knowing that Corkscrew, even through his own problems, cares for me too. I crawled forward again and hugged him.
"Thank you," we somehow whispered in each others ears. We quickly released ourselves from each other. Corkscrews anguish fleeted from his face as a bright smile took it‘s place. Corkscrew quickly jumped on all of his hooves and did a somersault over to me, tackling me into the cloud. we both enjoyed in a friendly laugh as he rolled off me. We laid on a blackened cloud, the cushy pillow of the nimbus relaxed my body. I tired from a long day of play and heart ache.
Corkscrew was only a few inches from me when I spoke, "Corkscrew, you a.." I was cut off by the subdued sound of his snoring. I just smiled for a moment and then rolled over to him, letting my head rest on his chest. I began to think to myself about the events today. Being able to fly, walk on clouds again, and understanding Corkscrew. I couldn't wrap my mind around any of them. All of them had a certain mystery to them, but all wrapped in bliss. I snuggled my head deeper into corkscrew's chest as my thoughts continued to race through my head. But, I disregarded them all and accepted the day for what it was. A perfect day.