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// Colors (Rarity/Applejack) 
// Story: In Between 
// by LateToTheParty 
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Blues, purples, whites, pinks.

Rarity didn’t fit. Amid the worn wooden frame and apple patterned bed covers, Rarity didn’t fit, even with that placid smile as she sat, comfortably splayed, with a book in her hand. To Applejack, it didn’t fit.

“Is there something you want to say, darling?” Rarity’s voice was as smooth as the silk she always kept in her work room.

“Nah, just thinkin’ is all.” Applejack’s was the burlap sac potatoes came in.

The farm girl stepped forward until she was also beside Rarity.

Greens, yellows, oranges, reds.

Inside her room, on her bed, apples upon apples of motifs, this was where she belonged.

A crinkling of paper as the page turned, and Rarity found her nose scrunching. “Applejack, my love, would you be a dear and retrieve my glasses? They’re inside my purse beside your foot.

Applejack leaned down to retrieve the purse. White and purple. Glittery. Cute.

She reached her callous hands inside, feeling for the plastic spectacles. She pulled it out, stared, and chuckled.

She handed it to Rarity. She felt so silly.

“Thank you, darling.” Rarity smiled as she placed the glasses on her nose.

Applejack smiled. “Red looks good on you, sugarcube.”

Rarity winked. “I know.”