I smile as Peter throws me between his arms.
His smile...his eyes...his laugh...
It's intoxicating, really. Of course, I'd really rather enjoy having one of our patented cursing battles, where we continuously insult each other, but...that's not for public pony ears, is it?
I smile as Peter and I degrade into simply spinning around and around, smiling at each other as we giggle...
If only he knew.
If only he knew that, what feels like so long ago, when he had left with Grendel in tow, that I had had a dream.
About him, and Grendel.
In my dream, Peter told me that if I truly loved him, I would share this burden with him. The burden in question was Grendel, who he absorbed into his own body.
I smile as I remember my response to that question: "Do you truly love me, Rainbow Dash?"
I don't profess to know much about love. But when I feel as though I could take on the world when I'm in his arms...and when I feel my automatic shield lowering to let him in, and my lips moving to kiss him...I know that I love him.
So, I said yes to the faux-phantom Peter of my dreams. And, it said that if I did, I should share his burden.
I didn't ask what burden.
Nor did I ask why.
I simply said yes.
And it didn't do anything for a while.
It wasn't until that morning, when Peter and I made love, that the darkness truly came to be part of me.
Which is why, as we spin on the dance floor, I feel my own part of our darkness rising in irritation as I look up at Vinyl Scratch.
She flirted with Peter.
My Peter.
But, alas, I shall let bygones be bygones. For now.
Oh, by the way, you're probably super impressed at my vocab, right? Well, I've got the English swag, so I've got some pretty good words up in my head!
Anyway, as Peter and I leave the party hall at the end of the night, he hangs back, explaining that he must get his iPod.
So, I simply sit in the bushes, and wait for him, planning to surprise him with a trip to my house and quick session of late-night sex.
And then, I can sense his darkness rearing on its hind legs.
I feel my vision fading, and I struggle to keep it. However, as I feel something, something that I can only label as...as...
Peter.
As I feel Peter, I let myself go.
We open our eyes, and we're in Peter's body.
As I soon find out, I don't have control. He does.
We approach Vinyl Scratch, and we choke her.
And I feel more alive than I have ever felt before.
I don't know how, exactly, this darkness arrived in me. But I'm happy that it did.
Because now, we are stronger, together.
As Peter's darkness recedes, so, too, does mine. I shiver in both anticipation and chill as I hop in front of the door, staring at his back as he closes it. With a cheerful sound to my voice, I announce:
"I saw what you did, Peter."