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// This was your Idea by Mr Apathy  
// Story: RariTwi Group Collab 
// by Anonymule 
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This was your Idea

By: Mr Apathy


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“Come on, Twilight, just do it now and get it over with.”

“I don’t know, Spike. I’m not really experienced with this kind of thing…”

“I can tell,” the young dragon muttered. “But you already bought the roses and wrote the note, so you’re just gonna be wasting your bits if you don’t go through with it.”

Twilight sat in the main room of the library, staring at the bouquet of roses floating in her magical grip. About two-thirds of them were lavender, while most of the rest were a deeper shade of purple, save for a few pink ones here and there. Wedged between two lavender roses was an unsigned note that simply read “To my most treasured gem.” It was a good set-up, in Twilight’s opinion; the arrangement of flowers made it clear who it was from, and the note would make sure the message was clear enough. Hopefully, at least.

“You have a point,” Twilight said. “Still, I never realized confessing to somepony, even like this, could be so nerve-wracking!”

“Hey, this whole thing was your idea in the first place, and you actually got the stuff you wanted, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to— “

“My idea? As I recall, it was your idea for me to approach her in a way that was, and I quote, ‘directly indirect.’ What does that even mean, anyway?”

Spike held his hands up defensively. “Hey, you’re the one who shot down my suggestions for a direct or indirect approach. You’re also the one who came up with idea to use a bouquet with your color scheme, so yeah. Your idea.”

Twilight opened her mouth to retort, but no words came out. She sat down. “Fine, you’re right. I just… Are you absolutely, positively sure you’re okay with me doing this?”

“For the millionth time, yes.” Spike sighed. “We’ve been over this, like, fourteen times. And that’s just counting the last two days.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I just don’t want you getting treated unfairly because I took your crush.”

Spike didn’t say anything. With a reassuring smile, he walked over to Twilight and patted her on the shoulder. She smiled back.

“Thanks, Spike.”

“Anytime. Just don’t be surprised if she rejects you.”

Twilight’s smile vanished instantly. “I’m expecting that, actually. Why do you think I’m so worried?”

“Heh, right. Sorry.”

“But it’s like you keep telling me: I won’t know for sure until I go for it.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, Twilight trotted over to the door.  Another breath to steady her beating heart, and she opened it, ready to venture out and nearly walk right into Rarity.

What felt like minutes of stunned silence past as the two mares stared at each other. A bouquet of purple and white roses floated by Rarity’s side. There was even a note sticking out the side, this one reading “To my beloved princess.”

It was Rarity, cheeks burning a bright pink, who finally spoke up. “This was your idea as well?”

Twilight—who was blushing just as brightly as her glamorous friend—could only bring herself to nod in the affirmative, breathing out a light “Uh-huh.”

Rarity giggled. “Well,” she said, “I guess great minds do think alike.”


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