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// Dymonds - Part 1 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Rarity was sitting at the table in the kitchen when the front door opened. She just kept staring at the empty bottom of her glass as she heard the sound of footsteps walking from there to the room she was in, and only once they stopped did she look up towards the doorframe. "So it finally happened," she said. "I have finally gone insane. Took myself long enough." She went back to looking at her glass.
The other Rarity hesitated for a moment. She shared a brief look with Sweetie Belle, steadied herself, and stepped into the kitchen. Closing the door, she began to walk towards the table. She grabbed a chair for herself to sit on, but her eyes mostly stayed on her human self. Once she was sitting, she cleared her throat, to draw the other's attention.
Rarity looked up. "Oh, you're still here." She swallowed. "So this is less of a hallucination and more likely a dream. Or a vision, perhaps." She lowered a hand to her side, and pulled up a half-empty bottle of transparent liquor from the floor. "Do you want some, my less dishevelled and more sober self?"
The other Rarity eyed the bottle for a moment, then shook her head. "You're not even drinking wine anymore."
"It was a waste to drink that when I'm too drunk to taste it. And this gets me drunk faster." She placed the bottle back down, without pouring any of it for herself. "But I'm not yet drunk enough to imagine a conversation with myself today, and I haven't woken up yet so this is not a dream. Pony Rarity?"
The pony turned human Rarity nodded.
The human from birth Rarity smiled. "I understand you are quite the talented seamstress, but I fear there's no mending the tears of my heart. And please, tell Sunset that while I certainly do know how to appreciate myself, I am not in the mood for self love right now." She looked somewhere to the other Rarity's side. "I may be in the future though. And we..." She didn't finish the sentence. Her expression seemed to crumble and shatter like glass carelessly dropped, and she just stared at nothing, eyes suddenly lucid.
She waited a moment, uncertain, afraid of touching an open wound, but reminding herself that it was the reason she was there, the other Rarity asked, "Thinking about her?"
"Would I need to drink myself into forgetfulness if I could simply choose not to think about her?" The human Rarity looked at her counterpart across the table. "Always. I'm always thinking about her. I simply have long stretches where I fool myself into failing to notice that is the case. Then I realise she's still there in my head, and I can't do anything to get her out." She gave what sounded vaguely like a very dry, whispered laugh. "Don't think I'm holding back tears right now. I merely already ran out of those this morning."
There was a stretch of silence where the human Rarity looked at the other, while the pony turned human one awkwardly looked at the table, unsure of what to say right then. It was the one native to that dimension who broke the quiet, speaking again. "What's your Applejack like? What are things like between you and her?"