Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab

by Foals Errand


Nectar by lyra_lover777 (Sad)

by lyra_lover777

Twilight whimpered as she approached the slate gray tombstone, her eyes full of salty tears that began to streak down her face as she placed a bouquet of teal flowers on the foot of the grave, the tears splattering on the bright and cheerful petals of the flowers. The teal seemed out of place. Wrong.

Her eyes locked on the name scribbled on the stone that stood erect in the muddy earth. The tombstone was still wet from the recent storm. The name, carved in elegant letters, read : Queen Chrysalis Grubbiana Buzzwings. 1982 to 2014.

The tears just kept coming as the events of her wife tragic end rushed into her mind, making Twilight sob even faster.

Chrysalis had always been fond of the drink, but in a Changeling's case, this was nectar, made with goo from the walls of a Hive and the sweetest, sweetest drops of love found in Equestria.

One day her addiction got the best of her, after a fight with Twilight, and she cracked open a whole cellar of the drink with a crowd of her minions.

She was making her way home, barely able to trot. A few of her minions trotted beside her, trying to prop her up while struggling with drunkness themselves.
They crossed a cobblestone street, as they were in the heart of Manehattan. It was their turn to cross, but another drunk one, this one a young mare and her coltfriend, weren't watching the road as they pulled their carriage, and smashed right into the pack of changelings. No one, except a lucky one named Swiper, who was struggling to move at the back of the pack, made it out alive.

Twilight dropped to the ground, out right bawling as her coat became matted with dirt and mud. Dark clouds gathered overhead once again, driven by a pegasus weather team, and began to shower. Her tears mixed with the rain and the mud as she whimpered once again, the tears streaking down her face.
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The widow sat at a bar, sipping a virgin Mudslide. She had given up anything that could make her drunk, fasting herself of beer and wine until she loathed their tastes.

An older stallion approached her, a cocky smile on his face as he gripped a mug of frothy beer.

"Care for a taste?" he asked as he swayed, the cup falling from his grasp and spilling over the floor.

"Buck," he whispered as he forgot all about Twilight as he groggily attempted to wipe the drink up with his hooves before simply getting up and trotting away.
The beer on the floor still supported a large number of foamy bubbles. And they floated around, forming a shape quite like a heart. Twilight bit her lip before she shed more tears, her time at the grave still fresh in her mind. Another pony, this one a mare, began to approach her with a seductive look on her face, but Twilight galloped out of the bar weeping loudly.

Twilight reached her house, her small mansion that seemed so much emptier than it had with just one more pony living within it.

She reached her room and snuggled herself under the covers. She glanced at a small bayonet hung on the wall. It was from the Griffonian Civil Wars. Every night she was tempted to rip it right of the wall and shove it in her chest, to end the suffering.

But then she knew Chrysalis would shame her. Why end your life when you still have so much to do? It was my time, so I left. Just wait until yours.

She gave one more glance at the silver killing instrument before snuggling under the covers, falling into a fitful sleep.