She Kills Monsters

by chiko


Twilight Sparkle

“I don’t know, Rarity. Makeup isn’t really my thing.”

“Please indulge me, Twilight.” Rarity parsed through her makeup bag, pursing her lips as she searched the right shades to compliment her friend’s face. “Besides, I can’t be the only one getting dolled up for Pinkie Pie’s birthday party.”

Twilight adjusted her glasses. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“She said it would be an intimate get together,” Rarity noted. “I don’t suppose there’s someone there you want to wow?”

A light tint appeared on Twilight’s cheeks. “Well…”

“Keep that blush!” Rarity darted back into her bag.

Before Twilight could protest, she was met with a powder filled brush to her face. At this point, it was too late to decline, especially now that Rarity had removed her glasses and placed it out of reach.

Rarity clicked her tongue. “So, how are your classes going, Doctor Sparkle?”

“I’m still in pre-med, but they’re going well.” Twilight sniffled, the blush irritating her nose. “I’ve been missing sleep a bit more often than I’d like lately.”

“You shouldn’t neglect your rest, darling,” Rarity said. “A growing girl such as yourself should—”

“I’m twenty one.”

Rarity pinched Twilight’s arms. “And when’s the last time you had a decent meal. You look so—” Rarity paused then chuckled awkwardly. “I apologize. I’m sounding so much like our mother right now.”

Twilight hummed. “Maybe you need to relax some more.”

“I appreciate the concern, Twilight,” Rarity dismissed. She popped open a tube of lipstick and held it near Twilight’s mouth. “But I have a perfectly healthy work-life balance.” She gestured to the prom gown in the back corner. “My latest dress is complete. I’ve made more time for friends. I even picked up some insightful self help books for when I eventually go back to school. Some new hobbies… yoga… true crime podcasts…”

“It sounds like you’re—”

“Living my best life, I know, dear.” Rarity held Twilight’s chin and painted on a smile. “My life is exactly— hold still —where I want it to be.”

Twilight smacked her lips. “Okay.”

Rarity grimaced. “Oh, dear. It seems the lipstick’s smudged. Here, let me help you wash it off, so we can try it again.”

“N-no thanks.” Twilight shook her head. “I don’t want to waste anymore of your makeup. It looks pretty expensive.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” Rarity waved her wrist. “To be truthful, I’ve missed doing this with my little sister. She was just as restless, but you can’t rush beauty. She just refused to understand the delicate nuances of contouring. Don’t even get me started on hair care.”

“I will not.” Twilight forced a laugh. “Shampoo and condition every day, am I right?”

“Absolutely not. You’ll strip the oils from your hair with shampoo. Goddess, you should know—”

"I'm not your little sister," Twilight snapped, letting it out in the open. Her eyes went wide. “Oh, goddess I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

"No, no, you’re right.“ Rarity looked at her hands. “You're not.”