Puzzle by MichelleTwistaloo
She was a puzzle.
Not today, not never, would she ever understand the other mare.
She was simultaneously so high energy and yet so lazy, enough to power through the night and sleep all day.
She was simultaneously a party beast, capable of staying up, drinking and giving out the wubs, and a delicate sensitive flower, though she didn’t like to admit it. One who stayed there for Octavia and kissed her lips.
Her lips were simultaneously soft, humid and perfect for the snog sessions they occasionally had, but tough, hardened by all the drinks they had drunk, whether in the years, months, weeks or days.
She was capable of ignoring Octavia’s yells of “Vinyl!”, telling her to do that or this, but she could hear and sometimes do things even before they became a problem.
Vinyl Scratch was a puzzle.