//------------------------------// // Hall // Story: Cerulean // by Cherax //------------------------------// leaving out all sound There are far too many times when words completely and utterly fail her. She's not a poet or an author by any means, and she's long since reconciled herself with the fact that she won't be remembered for her words more than her deeds; but there comes a point when the two of them are so close and the moment is so perfect and something special needs to be said, and she just-- You're so beautiful, like a... beautiful thing. Like a… flower. No. No no no. Boring, way too cliché. What's something romantic, damnit? Chocolates. Nope, no, that's food. Inappropriate. The ocean. What? No. Why did I even-- Eugh. Did I ever tell you… Terrible. Start again. Did you know: you are beautiful. It's true! How very informative. This is awful. Delete everything. Blank slate. You're amazing. Huh. Alright... good start. Now, explain why. W-e-ell. Little things. Your mane is soft, and pretty. It's kinda tickling my neck, but I don't mind, really. Is that it? No, I mean. Your eyes. Great eyes. Knock-out. And I mean that thing you're doing with your tongue right now is pretty freaking ama-- nope okay bad bad bad can't say that augh damnit abort abort-- Let's go back to imagery. You almost had something before. Beautiful things. Youuuu. Are. Like. You are like-- a painting. A beautiful painting. Obviously. Why? Square? Inanimate? People stare at you and judge you all the time? Oh, sweet Luna, I don't know. A bookshelf. A window. Now you're just saying whatever you can see. The moon? Jeez. Would you look at that thing! It's so big, and bright. And full. Full. Full of love. That's-- oh! I am like the moon for you. Wait, what? I am-- What is that? What the hell is that? What does that mean?! What the ever-loving fu-- "… Rainbow?" Her whole body stiffens. "Moon?" she blurts out, then clears her throat, catching herself. "Sorry, what?" "You're not, um. Doing anything." It's not said in a judgmental way, but Rainbow can't help but immediately smack her forelegs into her face out of embarrassment. "Oh sweet ever-loving Celestia, I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I was just... thinking about you," she explains reluctantly, mumbling into her hooves. "Oh?" A little grin blooms on Twilight's face, perhaps a bit amused, but quizzical and curious. Rainbow realises she's expected to say something now. This is it, Dash. "It's just that, you're..." She takes a deep breath, and extends a hoof to gently brush her marefriend's delicate features as she exhales. "You're really beautiful, a-and the moon is really big. Like me." You absolute idiot. An excruciating silence - then, an eruption of uncharacteristically loud laughter fills the night air. Rainbow slides further under the covers, pulling the sheets over her head and wishing her companion would just go home and leave her here and never come back. But the howls of derision wind down soon, and the purple mare gently lifts the sheets up to catch a glimpse of a huddled blue and rainbow-streaked ball, and tentatively strokes her frazzled mane. "Oh, honey... I'm flattered that you tried, really," she giggles.