She Kills Monsters

by chiko


Silver Spoon

To: RBelle@CarouselBoutique.sitely.net
From: s.spoon2001@mystable.com

Subject: Seeking a Quote.

Greetings. I am a prospective client looking to bring a personal design to life and would like your expertise.

If your schedule permits, I would like to meet with you Saturday morning to show you the designs in person. If not, we can reschedule.

All the best.

To: s.spoon2001@mystable.com
From: RBelle@CarouselBoutique.sitely.net

Subject: Re: Seeking a Quote.

Salutations! I would love to meet with you to discuss options. I'm open to meet between the hours of 9-11 AM on Saturday.

The world will keep spinning,
Rarity Belle

To: RBelle@CarouselBoutique.sitely.net
From: s.spoon2001@mystable.com

Subject: Re:Re: Seeking a Quote.

Good. Let's meet at The Silverton at 9:30. There will be a reservation under your name. Feel free to order anything you'd like. It's on me.

Rarity looked at the chain of emails on her phone. It was already a few minutes past ten, and there was no sign of her client. If it was a joke, it was an elaborate one. Even for breakfast, reservations at The Silverton were hard to come by. Her server had even assured her that her meal was paid for in advance. However, that didn't keep her from ordering something modest, a simple omelette in case she did have to pay herself.

Even then, the fluffy omelette was simply divine. It just melted on her tongue.

Papers rustled, and Rarity looked up from her dish, finding a young woman sitting across from her. She nearly coughed out her food once she recognized the girl.

Her hair was meticulously styled, pulled back into a tight braid. Her pointed glasses looked like they belonged to someone beyond her years. And her eyes. Rarity finally understood what her sister meant when she saw sadness in them.

Syl—

"Silver Spoon," the girl said flatly, extending out her hand.

Rarity stood up. "I have to go."

"Please don't!" the girl stammered. She gripped Rarity's wrist, palms clammy and trembling. The teenager took a deep breath then fumbled for the folder in front of her. "I need to show you this."

She spread a few pages across the table, and Rarity sank into her seat. They were sketches, matching the ones in her sister's O&O book. Only it didn't have monsters. Instead, there were imperfect drawings of Silver Spoon and Sweetie Belle, holding hands and wearing matching white dresses.

"She was my first kiss," the girl said, staring down at the pictures. "She had this grand idea of coming out together. You know how she was. She was bright. She was loud. She was theatrical."

Rarity nodded.

"I couldn't do it," Silver admitted, hanging her head low. "I was too scared. I had my chance to stand with her, and I just— I just."

The girl was sobbing. Rarity leaned in and put her hands on Silver's. "This wasn't about a dress, huh?."

Silver Spoon nodded weakly. "I loved her."

"I'm sure she felt the same." Rarity smiled. "I hope one day you'll feel love again."