Adventures in Homeownership with Sunny Skies and Dusky Sparks: Melody
Winter and all it brought had come to Equestria at last. The pegasi had been diligent in the weeks before, moving in thick clouds filled with the first snows of the season. Cold air from the north was guided south, cooling the air until the lakes and rivers began to freeze.
But that had been weeks ago, and now the season was in full swing. Not an inch of ground, save those kept clear by plow and shovel, were devoid of the glistening white snow still falling in its gentle way. Streams of smoke wafted from nearly every chimney in every house, adding streaks of grey contrast the white clouds that still blocked the sun's light.
Outside of Manehatten, in a tiny suburb easily forgotten by the world, there was one house that none who saw would ever forget. It was not large by any means, nor particularly impressive in any way. Rather, the moment one's eyes gaze upon it, it would become the symbol of what it was to be a cottage, a pure and complete representation of the concept, with its thatched roof and cross-hatched walls.
From its eaves hung tiny, multi-hued lights, now covered in ice from the daily cycle of thawing and freezing, giving them a sparkling quality that no manufacturer could hope to recreate. Similar lights were woven through the shrubs and along the stone wall that surrounded its snow covered lawn, leaving the unshoveled path still discernable by the negative space they left. Upon its door, an ivy wreath hung, with pinecones and nuts and a little red bow.
Its windows were covered in a light dusting of frost with small drifts of snow piled against the ledges. All the windows were dark, save one, where a warm orange glow poured out.
Through that window, the cottage's living room could be seen. A fire merrily burned beneath the hearth where more strings of light and streamers of evergreens drooping here and there about the mantle and the doors. Stuffed in a corner, large only compared to the size of the room, was an evergreen tree with small candles perched amid its decorated branches, their flames dancing and swaying in the not quite still air. Beside the window, a small gramophone played, its volume so low that only the melody of the Hearth's Warming carols could be heard.
Two mares laid before the fireplace enjoying its warmth. A white pegasus with a soft-pink mane and a dark-purple coated unicorn with a mane of lighter blues. The pegasus had a wing draped over the other's side, holding her tight as they both sipped at steaming mugs. The unicorn's horn glowed a sparkling violet, holding a book before her muzzle. She read from its pages, her lips whisper to her lover while her eyes scanned.
Reaching the end, she set the book aside and turned to face her partner. The lovers shared a kiss before cuddling all the closer and crossing their necks. Their eyes closed and in moments they were asleep, chests rising and falling in harmony as they dreamed.
;-; So hearth warming.
this makes me all worm inside
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You might want to get that looked at...
Somehow I can only think, that they left an open unsupervised fire in the evergreen.
5387424
They should be fined for having such a fire hazard
5387418 uh what do you mean they are just siting by a fire and soon after feel a sleep
5387520 Nobody say a thing to her.
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Perfect reading for Heart's Warming Eve
5387469 one of them is Princess of the Sun, there's ALWAYS a fire hazard.
Ah...the return of the *Squee* boner with a vengeance
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The shipping itself is a fire hazard.
5387609 In other news, Unicorn Dusky Sparks burned to death today in the act of making love. Sunny Skies is wanted for ponyslaughter...
Meanwhile Princess returns from her sabbacal
5387572 oh you meant me and i meant warm sorry i am bad at spelling
that just makes me all warm and fuzzy in side.
happy hearth warming to one and all.
may you dream of pony's for ever.
harts fire
This was super cute, I agree with some others here though, candles in a tree sounds like a bad idea to me. Oh well, if the house catches on fire, just get Twilight to break the sink again.
My heart can't resist adorableness of this magnitude!
So Damn adorable@asjlak9342.1!!
Love these two so damn much.
Sisters bless us. Everyone.
Also candles were traditional, our boozy friend is just giving us an old fashioned Hearths Warming. I'm sure Celestia knows how to place them and which kind of candles to use.
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Glad someone gets it. (electric lights outside not withstading)
Being able to read this all in one go is exactly what I wanted. Each prompt is good on its own but they fit together so well its like putting peanut butter with chocolate
"From its doughs hug tiny, multi-hued lights, "
Dough hug? Have they strung up the Pilsbury Doughpony?
Other than that, nice sweet little chapter!
God damn it now I have to find a way to dissipate all this surplus thermal energy in m chest cavity...
5388174 oh yeah, but don't forget...
magic
i can hear my melted feels sloshing around in my chest