//------------------------------// // A Disarray of Emotions. // Story: Love is Chaotic, Chaos is Lovable // by Remedyfortheheart //------------------------------// Lunch went off without a hitch. That is if you could say that with the awkward bottled up emotions that kept hissing out at each other at the table. The simple glances of Eris in a continuous loop of silence. Asking the same silly question she had done so just barely a day ago. To only be answered with uncertainty by the blonde colt that was now avoiding her gaze. Their simple bond turned into a rather tense filled relationship. Much like a shaken can of soda ready to burst . Worst part was the imminent mess was getting ready burst out in the open. The bottled up emotions would soon show itself. The worst thing that Eris had feared for. Each one had returned to the daily routines as if nothing was happening. Butterscotch did the dishes and Eris once more fell into the living room with a flop of her slender body. Her ears still open for her host's reply to her little "question". Eris could feel her ears lifting up, flapping about listening for his voice, yet nothing came. She was still in waiting for a simple reply. Being openly greeted with a quiet stillness that was doing quakes along her skull and chest. Bored and lonely Eris found herself at a crossroads. She wanted to stay close by Butterscotch when he was ready to talk. With all the downtime she had, it left her busy trying to think about something else. The simplicity of just sitting down like a good girl and waiting for "grown up talk" with her admired friend. Eris frowned at the thought. How could such a small thought control her? The mistress of disorganization. Dear Celestia! Did she even dare think of the word "organized"? She didn't even know the meaning of the word itself. By nature she was bound to break it. Or so it felt like. Just to defend her pride as the Goddess of Mayhem. She sat up and felt some determination grow back into her head. "Nothing controls Eris!" She said out loud. Puffing up her chest placing a tough girl act to defend her pride as one of the most powerful beings in the land. Though a small snicker could be felt in the corner of the room in the direction of the back entrance. Lillitha, the pet bunny, was covering her wide grin as she wiggled her brow at Eris as if attempting to prove her wrong. The tiny pet curled her long ears into a heart and kissed her paws. Pretending to have a make out session with herself. Taunting the poor girl in her despair. With an over exaggerated display of self affection. Eris's cheeks grew beet red realizing that Lillitha slept much closer to the living room. With just a doorway and a turn away from her last sleeping spot. Lillitha, must have heard Eris mumbling in her sleep last night. Even more so, must have witnessed the embarrassing wake-up session that had taken place this morning. The chaotic being at first groaned out. Knowing full well she wouldn't get out of this juicy information for a long time. Eris slowly curled her lips into a devious grin. Settling for just punishing Lillitha for even making her feel worse. Eris didn't want to deal with Butterscotch's pet laying it any thicker than it needed to be for herself. Suddenly her eyes narrowed towards the rabbit's position. Becoming like daggers attempting to spear through the critter's body. The shot of Eris's eyes was enough to make the pet regret her decision to tease Eris. The naughty rabbit tried making a break for it rolling her hindlegs in a wind up in the air just before a dreadful snap filled the air. Poof! Just like that. Lillitha was gone in a flash. The poor rabbit found herself covering her eyes for the unexpected. As she felt Eri's magic take over her body. Waiting for something to eat her or some type of painful outcome. To her dismay. Lillitha opened up her eyes, one at a time, and saw herself seated on Butterscotch's couch? The female bunny sighed out in relief. Wiping her sweating forehead and the fear that came along with it. Tossing her tiny head into a cushion with the rest of her body flopping along with it. Finally able to enjoy her "spot" in the house. With Eris no where to be found. Eris held up the golden lamp ,she had her little vent session from just hours before, and peered through the spout. Staring down at a miniature version of the cottage they were residing in. There resting along the interior of the shiny trinket with the golden background making it look like a very expensive "House in a bottle." was the annoying bunny laying along the couch. Eris could see Lillitha through a window. The trapped bunny was enjoying her new prison without a care. Never realizing that Eris had trapped the poor pet in a replica house held within the genie lamp. "That'll teach ya. Should be a while before she panics." Eris placed the tiny thing in her claws down onto the floor and slid it under the couch with a gentle push of her right leg. Eris hunched over her held up arms as claws extended out and tapped along it's opposite's ends. Her fuzzy paws and pointy claws coming together in a evil like snicker. She hadn't had this much fun in days. All it took was one spell to make her feel better. Lashing out had always been her "go to thing" to make her feel better. Through Butterscotch's teachings she had learned that there were other ways. Coming to the conclusion that if Butterscotch wouldn't tell her, she would have to force it out of him. Once again that ringing sounded in her head. Like a giant humming right in her ear. Eris could feel her eye twitch. The endless loop of misfortune finally reaching a connection into her mind. She was losing it. All because of this one stallion. The one colt whom she had thought would continue to treat her like a regular living being. Not just one of her animal friend but someone with intellect held within her spirits. Why was she being treated like her opinion didn't matter? Did it to him? Did he care? Her mind rolled along in what seemed to be an endless cycle of devious thoughts and of course her newly reformed senses. She had to turn it around. "Of course he does. He just doesn't know how to express his happiness with me!" Eris began curling her limbs up to her cheek. In which she had to bend her neck down to even complete the girlish stance. Her one leg popping into the air in a cute fashion. Eris frowned a second after finding that this care-free version of herself didn't exactly spell out her current state. Eris poofed herself onto the couch with a white bath robe wrapped along her body and a towel curled along her horns. Her face covered in what seemed to be green goop. "Just like a man. Making a girl eat...." Eris began with her lonesome, rather enjoying the bit of her silliness of her magic taking place. A bucket of ice cream poofing into her claws along with a spoon. "Now this is a girl's best friend." With a small smile Eris pointed the spoon at the topless bucket of creamy delights. Only for the spoon to swoop into her lips and with a loud crunch Eris bit down onto the metal piece. Stuffing the whole spoon into her lips with a slight push of a single claw. Eris slurped the utensil like it was just as smooth as the ice cold treat that stayed within it's tub. Eris now lifting the snack close to her mouth. With a bite of her teeth Eris began eating the paper like tub which held the milky treat. "Junk food. I know it's bad for me...but it's soooo good!" Eris giggled as she stretched out her legs. Waving them back and forth as she ate. Staring at them in silence. One long fuzzy slipper covered her lizard like foot as a much smaller one looked more like a coaster with an unnecessary hoodie for her hoof. Her lower claws waved to and fro. Waving back at Eris's eyes. Was she really this bored now? Left to spend her days moping over Butterscotch's apparent denial. "Ooo! Cold!" Eris said as she covered her mouth slurping a large portion of the paper tub into her lips. The ice cream had refused to melt and was holding it's held shape within the container that it was in. Despite the strange site of chaotic ice cream and how depressed she looked, her mind remained in thought. Would she finally give up on love and see that such a creature as herself would be denied it's pleasantries? Returning to his room Butterscotch could finally have some time to relax by himself. Having finished the second course of animal feeding, left him with some free time to himself. Time to think about all of this. While Eris held her own doubts about their current relationship, Butterscotch was up in his room pacing back and forth doing the same. More so because of their last meal holding untold tension in the air. Butters was between himself. He knew better, but was so between himself of letting her know and the duty he had to uphold with reforming her. Just how far had he gone? Was Eris reformed yet? Even more questions muddled his head as he wondered how to tell Eris. Tell her. To just tell her how. Right now he couldn't decide. He loved her as a friend, but then again there was so many negatives to it. Butters could feel his mane flatten along his head as he laid it along his wall. Too scared to hurt himself he gently placed it along the hard surface. He felt so bad about this, but he knew in the end one of them would be getting hurt. One way or another. "NO!" Butterscotch told himself pushing those thoughts aside. "I have to tell her! Eris is my friend and that means she will understand. I hope...." As always Butterscotch soon fell back from his sudden courage. His hoof coming up to his mane and brushing it along to the back of his neck. Pacing yet again in his thoughts. He couldn't relax, and he just wanted this to go away. Making her happy and keeping things safe was becoming more of a chore. This endeavor was the hardest yet with their relationship getting to this point. He even began to think about how things would be if his friends found out. Would he become hated? Looked at as a disgusting guy for siding indefinitely with his girl? (Wait. I haven't even decided yet!) He thought out in a panic as he soon caught himself thinking too far ahead. There was still things to sort out. How did it even come to this? Butterscotch laid his head along his bedside. His muzzle resting along the nicely kept sheets. It was better when he was alone. In his side corner of the town. Where no pony could hurt him and he couldn't hurt anypony else. It was just better for him even when he found his affinity to nature. He had decided that a life alone wasn't so bad. Now it had come to this. Somepony actually falling for him. Sure, he had thought certain mares were cute and attractive, but it was complex. While he knew animals well he couldn't grasp others ponies well enough to be completely comfortable with them. Even around his closest friends he still felt a certain sting in situations. That weird itch that seemed to bother you out of nowhere because of where and what you were dealing with currently. Though nothing had caused the itch. Not a sting or an allergic reaction, but your mental perception telling you that this was just not something you're up to right now. He had to make a choice. He had to. The last meal looked like Eris was angry at him. Probably due to him waking her up, but it was still bothering his senses. He always did his best to make his guests feel comfortable and that's what he had to do. He strongly exhaled and use this last bit of sudden courage from within to make his choice. Puffing up his chest as his head rose up into the air. Like the true stallion he was. "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna tell her! I...." Soon he felt his lips curling downwards feeling that intense high leaving him like a deflating balloon. "...Have no idea how...." He finished. A small whine coming into the air as he frowned. Feeling his courage exit out of him with his breath leaving his lungs. He sat down against the floor and covered his face with his hooves. It was unavoidable. He couldn't leave one excuse and be done with it. He had to sit there and talk with her. To either hurt her or set himself up for things he just wasn't ready for. Sitting there unsure of what to decide or how he felt about her. Sure Eris was cute at times, but then there was her chaotic side. Butterscotch had seen it time and again. Always reverting to what Eris wanted would somehow promote her attitude of a carefree chaotic world. That was the last thing on his mind to even consider, but it was there still. "Ooooh....Forgive me, Eris." Butterscotch said knowing that both choices would probably hurt her. After all why was he the perfect type for her? Eris had choices. Would it be wiser to tell her there are other colts? He needed more time. Wanted more time. Yet he could feel his time slowly draining out of the precious seconds with each passing moment. The humble being in the living room was trying her best to keep still. Well as best as she could. Before she knew it she was balancing on a unicycle juggling several of butterscotch's things on her person. A vase, one teacup, a lamp, and a small decorative music box all while hovering upside down from the ceiling as if gravity was suddenly switched around. the floor became the ceiling and the ceiling began the ground. As if it wasn't strange enough. Eris was using her arms to peddle the unicycle while her feet and tail juggled the four objects around. Even this wasn't enough to satisfy Eris as she sighed out, clearly bored out of her mind. Her frustration really playing with her mind now. Nothing helped. Not snacks, not venting out in private, even her magic seemed to be dull. As powerful as she was, she could not find something to relieve her aching heart. There was a sudden clatter along the staircase as Butterscotch finally left the private corners of his estate. Leaving his little bubble that he was just in. He had caught wind of what time it was and right now he had to set up dinner. Mindlessly in his routine as those thoughts of the upcoming encounter with Eris shrouded his heart. If he loved her then why did it feel like everything was getting only tighter for him? If he avoided her would it all seem to come to a stop just to give his lonely heart room to breath? What if he denied her? could that last one even be a choice? Again and again his mind played in what seemed to be a recording. Turning into the kitchen, he stopped in place as he got a single glance of his old hand-me-down family heirloom flung into the air. His precious box flying in the air in a circular swing. He lifted up a hoof and could only guess who was playing in such a way with his things. He slowly turned and saw the backside of Eris performing her amazing chaos circus trick. "Eris!?" Butterscotch yelped out in a small tone as he was worried to death about such an item on her person. "Huh?" Eris tossed the four items higher than normal and bounced off of the roof. Bending her body to allow her unicycle to her feet as she felt gravity take over. Riding the unicycle normally. The single wheel bouncing back to a normal level. "Uh. Careful!" Butterscotch pleaded watching as his things hovered into the air and then ,losing it's momentum, swung back down to Earth. "Eris!" Eris laughed and forced Butterscotch to watch as she crossed her arms and let the items fall to the floor. Butterscotch watching in horror at the destruction of his property. Even jumping out into the open and diving to save his vase. Only to miss it by mere inches in his slide. The vase was about to break when it landed. The opposite happened. The vase didn't break it simply broke the fall on it's own. That is that the vase suddenly had arms and legs and even did a summer-salt several feet back. Butterscotch was speechless as he watched the other two items do the same, adding to Eris's circus trick. One, two, and three. Each one had climbed back into place within the living room flipping and jumping like a normal acrobatic. All of it happening so quickly that Butterscotch could barely make out the exactly forms they took or limbs attached to them. The strange sight was so unexpecting that he was forgetting something. Wait. That was three. Where was his music box? Eris giggled watching as Butterscotch was more focused on his more delicate items. The way he tried to save them in his shocked state, when everything was alright. Happy to see him baffled by the mere synergy of chaos magic imbued into them. "Gotcha!" Eris called out smiling. Bouncing the music box in her paw. Butterscotch frowned and didn't find it funny to be even chancing his belongings in such a way, even with magic. This little incident making it harder for Butterscotch to accept her love. In truth Eris was only trying to be playful once more and bring their relationship back on track. Butterscotch was now eying his expensive music box. Catching his eye on her paw Eris tossed the tiny box up and opened her mouth. Again shocked by her actions Butterscotch prayed and hoped that Eris didn't break it. Though she did seem to swallow it. Catching the box into her mouth and tossing it down her throat like a regular food item. "Eris!" Butterscotch said absolutely furious with Eris. Eris placed a claw on butterscotch's lips to silence him and drew her right arm behind her back to pull out the same box intact and well kept. "Oh..." butterscotch said correcting himself quickly as he simmered down. "I guess...I'll go start dinner. Please don't break anything, Eris." Butterscotch said sweetly. Feeling his blood still pumping to high levels due to the scare of a prank Eris had just done to him. Eris waved him goodbye and smiled with the box disappearing back into place and her unicycle back to where it belonged. With her ride gone she hovered into the air. cCaddling back in the wide open space with her snake like body. She wondered if Butterscotch found the little show entertaining or not. "I won't." Eris said though it sounded very bland to even promise such a thing. (Why not just buy another if it gets broken?) Eris thought out to herself. Wondering why butterscotch was being such a tough audience to entertain. Usually he would laugh with her. Was she trying too hard now? Maybe it was something she did? Eris huffed out in annoyance unhappy that Butterscotch always seemed to be avoiding her now. Why can't he be a man about it and just tell her?! It was too much. Her heart beating in constant heartaches that were tuning out the slight ringing in her head now. There was no reason to draw out as long as it did, but here they were. She's still waiting and he's still stalling. Eris sat down along the couch and began thinking of how to bring this up at dinner. The hurt chaotic being was tapping her chin trying to come up with a strategy that didn't involve magic or insulting Butterscotch. With Eris stewing in her own negative emotions, Butterscotch was still trying to calm down. His already heighten state being picked on by the strange way Eris was playing with him. Why did it feel so awkward now to be around her? How come they couldn't just smile about things like they use to. He could tolerate her with simple gestures, but now he had to actually truly connect with his own opinion. Turning to the task at hand, he placed those thoughts aside to deal with the matter at hand. Prepping dinner was easy enough for him. It was a simple vegetable stew. Celery stalks, chopped carrots, and sliced cabbage in a fine seasoned tomato sauce. He could see his red reflection in the soup as he stirred it over it's roiling heat. That poor unhappy colt looking back at him. Why did he have to be so confused right now? More and more of his time fulfilled with an answer. Before he knew it, It was almost time to set the table and Butterscotch could feel his aching belly. He held onto it and knew it wasn't hunger that was affecting him, but the fact that he would have to tolerate another strange meal with his guest. So he took his time and set two bowls on the table with spoons. Letting them cool with slow flaps of his wings. Using them to fan the fresh soup. He needed a breather before they confronted each other. Right now the thing that bothered him the most was him not thinking like a true friend, but feeling like he was expecting a fight to stir up within his own house. One he might surely lose if it ever came down to it. A few minutes passed by and Butters could feel his wings starting to get tired. Retracting them along his back he took a deep breath and knew he had to just get it over with. He popped his head out of the kitchen opening and smiled wide. His usual way of welcoming Eris to the table when everything was once set. "Eris, dinner." Butterscotch told her. Slipping back behind the entrance. Quietly bolting for his seat. Stepping quickly but quietly tnd placing his flank along the flat surface of the chair. Making sure Eris couldn't hear him. A second before he could settle himself in Eris popped into the kitchen with both her legs and arms crossed along her being. Butters jumped from his seat. Startled by the flash of light his forelegs reeled back pushing against the edge of his table as if getting ready to make a run for it. "H-hello." Butterscotch proclaimed out in greetings. Eris raised her left brow and silently questioned Butterscotch with a cold stare. Without a reply back Eris snapped her claws, to cast a simple spell, and felt herself shrink back into the mare like version of herself. As a reminder that she was just the same as him. In body and soul, except of the course the high levels of surging magic. He was beginning to let that thought slip and therefore it felt insulting to a point for Eris. The good points of them being together were fading. Eris looked completely annoyed. And butters could barely hide his expression of wanting to flee for his life anymore. "Soup?" Eris huffed out looking down at the bowl which felt a bit warm at the touch of her hooves. Feeling the sides of the glass bowl. Checking the temperature this time around for her food. A simple precautionthanks to their last meal that had burned both their tongues. Butterscotch leaned forward along his table. Laying his head along his hooves, trying his best to look like he was genuinely enjoying her company. Which was the complete opposite of how he was feeling. "Oh! Mhmm. I wanted to try something a little different." Eris could feel a growl almost escape her lips. Again the conversation turned to food and nothing else. Was this what it came down to now? Forever in wait and she was just there to be fed like the rest of the creatures that stayed right outside of the cottage? Eris cleared her throat, her reformed senses that reminded her of when she was being rude became a slight hum of a bell in her mind. Something else was flaring up and each thing Butterscotch was doing and saying was only making it worse. She knew she wasn't bad guy here and had nothing to blame for the pain she was feeling just recently. Expecting better, she would wait in further agony. "Go on. Try some." Butterscotch told her. Just exactly how he would treat one of his animal friends. For now she played along. If she had her claws still she would have been clenching them tightly. This was starting to feel degrading like he was enjoying Eris wallowing in her heartache. Eris took hold of the spoon on the side with her hoof and dug down into the contents of her bowl. Scooping up bits of cabbage and carrot. All while Butterscotch watched with a nervous smile. So much like one of his pets. His pets. Eris slowly brought the spoon to her lips. Her mouth parting ways to allow the utensil to slip pass and fill her mouth, with Butterscotch in anticipation. Right before the food could hit her lips. The spoon dropped back into the bowl with a light plop of red soup splashing in the wake of it's landing. Eris closed her eyes and felt that ringing in her head stop. The blood flowing through her body with so much overbearing heat that it muffled that one sound of her being rude. She slammed her forelegs into the tabletop and felt like crying all over again. The soup held in her bowl splashing about making more of a mess along the wooden top. "Tell me!" Eris demanded. Feeling all her emotions flowing up in a sudden rush. The dam was cracking and now was in ruins as everything collided around her mental imagines of what was a good life. "No." Butterscotch countered Never having expected himself to speak it out so blatantly without thinking. He had spoken before he could think it out. His own annoyed thoughts taking over, speaking for him. He gasped at the sudden realization of what he had just said covering his mouth with wide eyes before looking away hiding his face along his right hoof in his own shame. His left foreleg laid along the table wanting to hug the table for support in the upcoming storm. Waiting for Eris to calm down. Though he had replied out of his own twisted emotions without warning. Butters never liked being pushed around and even had a bit of a mean streak if it ever came down to it. Things were so bad that he could feel himself reacting in such a way defensively. "No? NO?!" Eris was beginning to yell as her eyes welled up with tears. "Am I just one of your pets? Were you gonna keep me waiting here?!" She spouted out in a rant shaking her head as she closed her eyes trying to shoo away the tears, yet more came and then it began to flow over her cheeks. Wetting her face. She looked him in the eye and found his ever lovable gaze avoiding her. Much like the monster she use to be. "You think this is funny?! Huh? My just punishment for all the bad things I've done? How can I be your friend, if I just feel like a prisoner all the time?" Eris stood up form her chair and stood over everything trying to get her point across. She was angry. She was sad. She was so many things at once that she couldn't make out what she was doing right now besides placing the blame on her kind friend. "You're the element of kindness, then why are you being so CRUEL?!" Eris shouted that last word at him. Believing it to be entirely true. "Eris." Butterscotch retorted. Feeling his own emotions beginning to light up in a blaze of fire. "Why haven't you given me a reply, yet?!" Eris whined in her tantrum. "Eris." Butters said once more feeling his voice rise up. "I am not one of your pets, Butterscotch!" "ERIS!" Realizing all too late what she was doing Eris stared at the table smeared with her drops of tears and the mess of soup laid barren across it's top. Her bowl halfway empty thanks to the constant shaking of the table she had just done just mere moments ago in her rage. Things were silent for one reason alone. That Butterscotch never yelled at her before. Not like this. All love and meaning left his eyes as he furrowed his brow and began a small talk of his own. Without raising his voice in volume. He was angry at her. "Eris, we've been living together for a bit now. And I'm glad that we're happy. But when I first met you, all you wanted to do was enslave Equestria. All you did was turn me and my friends against one another. We almost lost our way because you took our elements and colors away. The things you made us do to each other. The things you did to other ponies and the animals. All the horror and confusion you caused with a flick of your wrist. Then all of a sudden I'm told to help you change. To not only feed you and give you shelter, but even advise you on how to be a better friend. And I'm suppose to love you after you confess to me?" Butterscotch had a point. In their relationship he was the one providing and giving what he could. He was the one sacrificing his own comfort and privacy to give her something more. Eris was stunned at the Butterdouche moment. The blonde colt sat there his hooves touching each other as his elbows laid along the table. He spoke out from behind his hooves in some attempt to hold back the aggression that was showing, but these were his feelings. He was finally giving her his reply and right now it was as honest as he could get. It was worst than she had ever imagined it to be. More tears welled up in her face that her vision became blurry. Her lips curled in a small O unsure of what expression to make now. She could feel everything now that her own bottle had bursted out. Her tank was free to feel once more. "I Forgive you Eris. But you're asking me to jump to another level I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for. And you can't force me." Butterscotch said. Pushing his chair away from the table, he took to leaving the table. "I really hope you enjoy dinner Eris, good night." Butterscotch said feeling his lips curl downwards into a frown. Leaving her behind alone at the table with dinner ruined. His expression changed so suddenly as he left his chair. A smile acted as a mask to his reverted calm expression. A nervous tone coming once more back into it's proper place as he brushed his mane in that cute fashion and then turned away from her back to his room. Butterscotch could feel his own eyes starting to water now. Feeling the pain of what he had just done to her. He could only imagine what might become of them after this cold hearted moment. Eris gazed down into her bowl. Through her eyes that had begun to clear. The last few drops of tears leaving her cheeks. Here she was alone. Staring at her food with a numbed heart. At the hard work Butterscotch had done for her. It was times like these that she didn't consider what Butterscotch really had to do without magic. Without help. Without being asked to do so. He had prepared this meal with his own bare hooves. Through sweat and hard work. Where as she could have just snapped her claws and it would have appeared in place in a fraction of the time her host spent making it, but the fact always fled her mind that Butters didn't have any magic. Only his wings which he used so briefly that they both would forget he was a Pegasus. She always had things her way. Was it hope or her usually demeanor that thought this would all work out in her desires. She was so distracted with her own needs that she never thought about what Butterscotch needed or wanted in the matter. The ringing had come to a dead tone. The beat was so fast that it sounded like a monitor had gone off. Indicating someone's life had fled it's body. It's soul departing with the machine still intact along the lifeless being. Eris lifted up her spoon and ate what tasted like remorse and depression. Her cold soup giving her sustenance while at the same time tasted bitter with what hung loosely in the air. As if she could taste the mess of emotions that were just on display before them both. Her soup was seasoned with it. Her own bitterness growing even further while feeling the same pain as Butterscotch with a lack of appreciation. She moved like a drone. Unable to talk anymore and fled into the living room. It was there that Eris slid under the couch and grabbed the lost little trinket she had almost forgotten about. Hugging it in her forelegs. The gold lamp flashed out as Lillitha replaced it's position being hugged by Eris. Eris began to cry and held tightly onto Lillitha. While it was a confusing moment for the bunny she didn't fight back after seeing Eris's expression. She sighed out and patted Eris along her head. Which only made her cry in a much louder volume. For a mean pet Lillitha was smart enough to figure out what transpired just now. "Oh Lillitha! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" Eris cried out like a child that had lost it's way. The rest of the night was nothing but Eris apologizing to the pet rabbit. Which turned into low whispers and then faded into sleep from weary talk and wet fur from tear filled eyes. Even as Eris fell asleep Butterscotch held his hooves along his own pair of eyes. Holding back what was starting to make his lips quake with fear. Sniffling fiercely as he felt his chest heave back and forth about to cry himself. He turned into his pillow and muttered the same words. He never intended for it to become like this. To have it happen in such a way. And now here they were. "I'm so sorry, Eris"