Up the Hill
Under the Stars
Starring Anthea and Turquoise Blitz
•
Anthea saw the world in blurs.
She didn't mind, not anymore. It had always been this way for her. In fact, she'd never even known she was different until the ponies she grew up with told her she was and that that was bad. No, wait, they hadn't called it bad. They'd said it was "unfortunate." They still said that, whenever she met somepony new. Introductions usually went something like this:
"Well, hello, dear," a new voice would say. "What's your name?"
When she didn't answer (for how could she know if they were talking to her? All she could see was another blur), they might tap her on the head, or clear their throat, or just keep repeating "Little filly?" until somepony else spoke up.
"That's Anthea," a familiar voice would say. "She's blind."
"Oh my," the new voice would reply, "that's awful."
And like clockwork, the familiar voice would say: "Yes, it's rather unfortunate."
She didn't consider it unfortunate at all. It only seemed that way to others, she reasoned, because they saw things differently from her. Apparently, there was more to the blurs than their colors. Details, they said: smaller specs of color that were invisible to her thanks to the bigger colors that swallowed them up; lines that were meant to show where one blur ended and the next began; and motion, which she actually could see, up to a point. At first, when she'd been told how much she was missing, she wanted more than anything to be able to see the way others did. By the time she was a teenager, however, she had no interest in getting a new pair of eyes. They cost piles of cash that she did not have, and besides, Turquoise Blitz told her that her eyes were perfect the way they were. That meant the world to her, hearing it come from Turquoise's mouth.
Turquoise was her favorite blur.
With Turquoise, things were always... perfect. Every time the big green blur came around, things seemed to get better. He was kind to her, he protected her, and best of all, he never acted like she was different. In fact, he occasionally forgot that she couldn't see what he could, and that usually led to some nervously mumbled (and undeniably cute) apologies. For example, where they were tonight:
"The sky looks gorgeous tonight," Turquoise said.
"I'm glad, T." That was the nickname everypony used for him. For whatever reason, she always said "T" and thought of him as "Turquoise."
"Yeah, we really got lucky. There aren't any clouds out, and you can see for miles up on this hill."
He'd taken her to a grassy area near the river (which she knew as "The Long, Winding, Blue Blur") where there were big slopes they'd climbed. They'd sat together and talked, had dinner (Turquoise's father made some very good chrysanthemum sandwiches), and now she was snuggled up next to him in the dark of night, covered up by what he told her was his wing. It was warm and leathery, and the gentle brushes it made against her coat soothed her, as did the feeling of the smooth scales under his thin coat. Despite being able to see absolutely nothing in the dark, she was happier now than she had been all day. Neither of them had said the word once, but Anthea considered this a date, and a very good one at that.
"It sounds wonderful, T," she said, leaning her head against his neck.
She felt his head turn, and he was silent for a moment. Somewhere, crickets were chirping and water was rushing by. The sounds that night made were her favorites.
"I-I'm sorry, Annie," he stuttered. (Annie was her nickname.) "I didn't mean—"
"It's okay, T. I know you didn't mean anything."
"You know I'd n-never make fun of your eyes..."
"I know." She moved her hoof until it found his claw. Her nose slid under his chin as she gave him a nuzzle. "That's why I like you so much."
"Y-Yeah..." he stammered. She could feel his cheeks heat up against her forehead, and she stifled a giggle. It was nice, making a colt nervous; it made her feel pretty.
She continued to nuzzle him, and said, "Tell me about the stars, Turquoise."
"S-Sure..." His head turned again. "There are millions of them out tonight. Millions and billions."
"What do they look like?"
"They look like... Do you remember when we had to present some arts and crafts projects, back in kindergarten?"
"Yes?"
"Do you remember what my sister did?"
"Remind me."
"She took a bunch of pieces of paper and poked holes in them. Then she made her horns glow really brightly, and when she levitated the papers over them it looked like they were shining tiny beams of light through them."
Anthea did remember. It had been a black blur covering up the pink one that was Turquoise's sister, Crystal Clarity, and suddenly there had been a bunch of bright sparkles against the black.
"It's like that?"
"Yeah, only these go on forever and ever, and they're really far away, which is probably why you can't see them ever." He paused. "...Sorry."
This time she did giggle. "You don't have to apologize so much! It's fine, really." She scooted closer, pressing her whole body against him. "Tell me more."
"A-Alright... All the stars are white, except a few that are red and some that look kind of blue, like your eyes."
"My eyes look like stars?"
His head turned down again, and something warm bumped her muzzle. She felt breath against her chin, and the warm-something flinched away. Turquoise didn't speak for a moment. She felt a claw brush her cheek and turn her head for her, and she gripped the one in her hoof a little bit tighter.
"...Yeah," he finally said. "They look like stars. Really pretty stars."
There was something odd about the way he said it, something that made it... special. She felt herself blush. The claw on her cheek slid away, but that was all he did. He didn't turn back to look at the stars again—he was still looking at her eyes, as far as she could tell.
"They're really pretty," he said again.
"The sky sounds beautiful, T." Was he getting closer? She could feel movement, but she wasn't sure which way he was going. She felt his claw tighten around her hoof, and the one that had been on her cheek suddenly reappeared on the back of her neck. The unexpected touch made her shiver.
Turquoise whispered, "Not as beautiful as..." and then trailed off. Now she was certain he was coming closer; she could feel his breath again, and the claw on her neck was pushing her head forward. She meant to ask what was wrong, but before she could even open her mouth, the warm-something came back and pressed against her lips. This time it stayed there, and Anthea brought her hoof up to push it away so she could talk. Then the claw on the back of her neck stroked her coat, she heard a small hum coming from Turquoise, and she realized what she was feeling: a kiss.
Turquoise Blitz was kissing her.
She almost gasped, but managed to stifle it as Turquoise's claw stroked her neck again. Her hoof, travelling upwards to try and push him away, now slowed and moved carefully, finding the spot that she hoped was his cheek and cupping it. She'd heard about kissing, and she knew that ponies were supposed to close their eyes when they kissed, but she couldn't shut hers—they were wide with shock. She couldn't see anyway, and for a moment she was angry at her blindness for not letting her see the colt that was kissing her now. It was unfair—she was so close to him, and yet the dark made it impossible to see his wonderful green coat or his eyes, the eyes she'd dreamt of seeing ever since he'd told her they were the color he was named after (though she supposed they were closed, like hers were supposed to be), and even if they were still just blurs it would be worth it, so worth it, just to get a glimpse of them as close as she was right then—
He gave her neck another stroke, and all that melted away.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity to her, the warm-something—his lips, she now knew—pulled away. When they did, Anthea heard a small smacking sound, and realized it came from their separating mouths.
She decided that that was her new favorite sound.
She didn't pull her hoof away from his cheek, and Turquoise didn't pull his claw away from her neck. She could still feel his breath, and she was tempted to try and lean in herself and steal another kiss. She resisted, though, and focused on breathing deeply—she didn't know why, but it was harder to take in air now.
"Annie?" Turquoise was right in front of her, but he sounded like he was far away.
"Yes?"
"Your hoof is on my forehead."
"Oh." She knew it felt too bent to be on his cheek! Anthea brought her hoof down until she found another flat patch of skin. "Is this better?"
"That's my nose." His voice sounded blocked up.
"Oh." She was blushing and giggling at the same time. "Sorry. I'm trying to find your cheek."
"Here." His claw (regrettably) left her hoof on the ground and helped her hoof on his face find the spot she wanted it to be. "Is that better?"
It was. His cheek was softer and warmer than the other spot, and her hoof felt less bent.
"Thank you."
They were both silent for a moment. Then they both chuckled sheepishly. Neither of them moved their hooves or claws from where they were except Turquoise, who went back to holding Anthea's hoof again. Anthea wanted to tell him something, but there was something keeping her from saying it. So she said the next best thing:
"Turquoise?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we do that again? I really liked it."
"Sure."
And they did.
•
THE END
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Oh, geez, I really want to just fave and like this just for the characters alone. Gotta read it first though...
Short, simple and sweet. Nothing really here except some fluff, but that isn't a bad thing. Sometimes all you want is some nice, well characterized, well written fluff.
I'll let someone else point out all the syntax errors people on this site love to harp on, because I didn't notice them. I notice things that pull me out of the story, and I saw none of them here. It wasn't anything ground breaking, but that wasn't what you tried to do. You made a simple and clean story, and it really showed.
It was a very nice work. Don't put me on such a pedestal, you've got the talent to give me more than a run for my money if you choose to.
And you know what? I'll give you something else for this little gem.
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Wear it with pride;
-Lumino
Well.......PLAY THAT ROMANCE MUSIC:
Can you do this again? I really liked it.
Like, fav man I loved it
That was beautiful :'D Loved every second of this! Thank you so much for writing it
Argh too much sugar !!!!!
This is undoubtedly one of my favorite little bites of sweetness now. An "awww"-inducing, short piece that I will without question read again in the near future. I found it to be well-written and lacking anything that clashed with the story's flow, which made the read all the more satisfying for its fluffiness.
* reads the story * like a pony! * explodes from delight * like a pony! * now i'm ded * like a pony!
Augh, feelsplosion!
Can I just say how absolutely adorable this was? I'm serious, I honestly feel bad that this doesn't have more views or votes. It was a sweet, innocent tale about loving unconditionally that just warmed my heart. The setting was lovely, the characters were believable, and the story flowed smoothly. I'd really enjoy another look into the lives of Anthea and Turquoise, but I understand if you want to leave it as is.
In either case, I hope you have a great day!
I feel really bad because I don't get feels.
Otherwise, despite me not being driven to tears of adorableness or anything, that was a great one-shot. Like Zaphod said
, it really is true. You are pulled in, and then you leave wanting more. I can't believe this was sitting in your unused story box-thingy (pardon my use of...whatever that was
) Loved the story, and I wish you would continue it. You have the talent for making romance like this readable, and at that, enjoyable. Please do continue what you are doing!
With Great Respect,
-Anonymous Hornet
Found this by random mis-click, and decided to check it out. This is in no way a bad story, but neither is it my cup of tea. It might just be the style of writing, but I felt kinda unfulfilled. Maybe it's just because with how short it is, it feels unresolved. That might be remedied with a slice of life tag, since the story has that sort of feel.
My biggest complaint is one of the parenthetical statements.
It feels less like you are showing than you are telling in this instance. It kinda feels like you don't trust the audience to make the leap from Anthea to Annie on their own.
That's all.
Your random neighborhood stranger,
Seven.
Another awesome addition to the kilala fic club. Loved it!
This was cute. I hope you visit this pair again
What a pleasant read.
Very glad I found this gem, indeed.
I'd add it to the Library, but, heh, Lumino beat me to it.
Who wants to bet on RealityCheck bitching about the blind character?
~Skeeter The Lurker
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Yup....that gave me diabetes...well done!
More please!
so cute!
That was really sweet. Best of luck in your future stories.
*manly squee*
Sooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Just the thing for a cold snowy day. The baby dragons loved it, even my big macho boys.
*rolling around on the floor laughing and squealing at the adorableness*
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE HISTORY OF CUTE THINGS
This is terribly sweet and beautifully written. I love it!
Very sweet, utterly adorable.
One of them is blind. They decide to go stargazing.
...
Ok, now I just HAVE to read it.
Awww. That was cute.
''Under the stars''
you remember me about lion king
Now I have to read the originals.
so beautiful and the way you describe Annie´s blindess is really something,makes everything more adorable
Cute, but far too short.
Turquoise was her favorite blur. awwwwwww
lol
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I don't normally read Next Gen stories, mostly because there are so many, but hot damn, this was good. Keep it up~!
So sweet!
Just a thing, nothing against your story, but if she could see blurs, couldn't she get corrective lenses? they may also be very expensive, but why hasn't that been brought to her attention in any way it seems like?