The Sunrise Sonata Pt6
Sonata Dusk
Sonata didn’t ask Sunset what the matter was that night. She never intended to ask her; Sunset would tell her in time if she wanted to. It took a while to calm Sunset down, although she denied to the end that anything was wrong. Sonata was patient. She held her friend, stroked her hair, spoke soothing words, kissed her forehead, and made her tea. Nothing but time seemed to help, and maybe Sonata hoped, just her presence was enough to comfort her friend’s pain.
She had never seen Sunset break down like this. Sunset had always seemed beyond breaking down. Even when she and her sisters had pointed out the uncomfortable half-truths during the battle of the bands incident, Sunset hadn’t allowed the taunts to visibly affect her, no matter how much internally they might have hurt.
Eventually, blowing her nose and with a tremulous smile, Sunset sat back up and took a deep breath.
“Sorry about that,” she said, wiping her face with another tissue. “Just a build up I guess.”
“It’s okay,” Sonata smiled, tilting her head to one side. “We all cry sometimes.” She thought for a moment or two, and then stood up. “How about I go get us something from that sandwich shop on the corner? Thai chicken flatbreads always cheer you up.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Sunset conceded. “Sure. Here,” she said, passing her a twenty. “I know you have no cash on you at the moment,” she said, knowingly. Sonata grinned guiltily.
Sonata couldn’t honestly say that she was a particularly thoughtful individual. That is to say, she didn’t habitually think a great deal about things, and preferred to simply do or say things that came to her and wonder about the consequences later. As she strolled down the street to the intersection, tracing the familiar pattern of red and gold bricks of the plaza, she was thinking very, very hard.
Sunset’s behaviour had shocked her. There was no other word for it. When Sunset had stepped into the apartment, Sonata had looked over with the full intent of running over and covering her in a paint-splattered hug. The thought of Sunset with splatters of paint on her face had just been so funny in her head. But Sonata froze when she actually saw Sunset’s face. Tears had stained her cheeks and she was white as a sheet. The image had startled Sonata too much to remember her little trick, let alone say anything to her. Her actions had been instinctive, dredged up from some primordial part of herself that seemed to know what to do, or at least what to try. She was thankful that, for now at least, it seemed to have worked.
Sonata reached for the door to the shop, but her hand hit someone else’s and she pulled away.
“Oh,” she said in slight surprise. “Hi Rarity.”
“Darling!” Rarity said pleasantly. “I’ve been meaning to chat with you. Are you eating in?”
“No, I was getting something for Sunset,” Sonata said, her face falling slightly. “She’s not feeling well.”
“Oh my,” Rarity said, low and serious. “Come on in. It’s a bit chilly to be standing around talking.”
The inside of the shop was small but cosy. It was warm, smelled of fresh bread and coffee, and had a charming retro tea-house style to it, with wooden slat walls and pictures of grand national newspapers in glass cases. It wasn’t exactly Sonata’s scene, but their sandwiches were good. Damn good.
Sonata and Rarity sat down as they waited for their sandwiches, Rarity promising she wouldn’t keep Sonata any longer than she needed to.
“What I wanted to discuss was the dress ideas, since you want to feature them in your posters. I know I gave you some ideas already, and I do think that one set in particular is my personal favourite still, but I think it would be wholly wrong of me not to show you some more ideas.”
Sonata looked over a number of pictures on Rarity’s phone, but something in her face must have shown that her mind wasn’t on target.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Rarity asked solicitously. “You really don’t seem like yourself.”
“I guess I’m just worried about Sunset still. I’ve never seen her like this before.”
This had the effect of grabbing Rarity’s attention entirely. “Like what, Sonata? If she’s really that seriously ill, she might want to see a doctor.”
“She’s not sick,” Sonata said, staring at the table top. “At least, I don’t think that she is. She’s... sad about something. She won’t tell me why, but—“
Rarity listened with a growing look of astonishment as Sonata told her everything that had happened since Sunset came home. By the time Sonata had finished, Rarity’s eyes were wide and her mouth hanging open. Sonata squirmed in her chair, unsure why Rarity was gaping at her.
“Um... Rarity?” she said.
“They weren’t kidding,” Rarity breathed, as though she hadn’t heard Sonata speak. “I thought they were just... they were serious...”
“Hello?” Sonata said, waving her hand in Rarity’s face. “Earth to Rarity.”
Rarity looked up. “Sorry?”
Sonata smiled. “You were spacing out on me there.”
“Oh...” Rarity said, still looking dazed. Then she blinked and looked altogether more serious. “Sonata, are you two, um... uhh...” she hesitated so long that Sonata frowned, confused.
“Are we what?” she asked, oblivious.
“Well it would explain why she had no real interest in Flash,” Rarity said, talking to herself again. “Are you and Sunset... together?” she said delicately.
“We live together,” Sonata said, raising an eyebrow.
“No, no, dear,” Rarity said, leaning forward. “I mean, are you an item? A couple? Two parts of the same whole?” She meshed her fingers together.
“A couple,” Sonata blinked. “Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” she asked, looking more confused than ever.
“I suppose that’s my answer,” Rarity sighed, shaking her head.
“Why would you think that?” Sonata said, starting to laugh. “I mean, we’re both girls.”
“Well yes, it would never occur to me, of course,” Rarity said as though making a concession. “But come on, darling. This is the 21st century. Two people who love each other no matter who they are isn’t so surprising anymore.”
Sonata considered this. “But I don’t love Sunset—“ She didn’t know what made her stop her sentence. It was as though she had had a sudden thought, or something had just dawned upon her. But nothing did. Subsequent attempts to continue the sentence utterly failed her. “I mean, I like her, sure. She’s great. We live together and she’s patient, kind, generous, understanding...” she trailed adjectives for a little while. Rarity gave her a beady look.
“Sonata, I know that ‘depth’ really isn’t your thing. You’re a charmingly straight forward sort of person. You have no veneer or masks to strip away. But I think you need to have a long, hard think about what it is you feel.”
“But,” Sonata began. “But does Sunset know this? Does she know that a girl can like another girl?”
“By what Applejack and Pinkie told me, she’s known a while,” Rarity muttered.
“What?”
“I’m sure she does, dear,” Rarity said, reassuringly. “Most people do these days, as I say. Now don’t get me wrong,” she said in an even more serious tone and putting a hand on Sonata’s across the table. “I’m not telling you what to feel, or to decide right now. These are matters of the heart. Just feel your way through it, and then decide at the end what you think would be the best thing to do. The only people whom love truly touches are those who feel it.”
A few seconds after this little speech, the sandwiches arrived, Rarity’s on a plate, and Sonata’s in a bag.
“Ugh!” Rarity cried. “I asked you not to give me a pickle!”
As the drama from this little mistake unfolded, Sonata contemplated Rarity’s words. Rarity was right to say that Sonata was not a deep person in the sense that she didn’t affect a personality that wasn’t her real self. She had never considered the subject of love seriously before, and it certainly hadn’t occurred to her with her roommate. The prospect even now was just so... strange. Even as she felt this however, doubts appeared in her mind. Some of Sunset’s behaviour floated to the forefront of her mind and lingered like unanswered questions. And then even some of her own actions, things that she, Sonata, had done that in the open forum of her thoughts didn’t quite make sense. Hiding away her drawings of Sunset. The fact that she liked to be physically close to her whenever she could. The nickname she teased her with. Somehow she had always explained these things away as Sunset just being her friend, but now...
Sonata stood up. “Thanks for showing me the pictures Rarity. See you later,” she said, leaving the table.
“Sonata?” Rarity said, bewildered. “Sonata where are you going?” her sentence trailed off at the end as the door closed with a tinkling of the doorbell. Rarity contemplated the door for a few moments, wondering if perhaps she had gone too far.
Despite her actions at the sandwich shop, Sonata wasn’t as impacted by the information as one might expect. It hit her more as something to think about, not something to worry about, perhaps because she was already too worried about other things. Or perhaps, although this didn’t occur to her, she already knew the answer in the deepest, unknowable parts of herself.
Whatever the case, it didn’t seem to Sonata at least to be the priority now. Aria was in hospital, perhaps never able to walk again, and Sunset was miserable about something. In the face of those sorts of problems, her own issues seemed insignificant.
When she got back to the apartment, she found Sunset apparently much recovered, and even more like her usual self when Sonata passed her sandwich and her change to her.
“Where’s yours?” Sunset asked.
“My what?”
“Sandwich.”
“Oh,” Sonata shrugged. “I didn’t want one.”
Sunset frowned. “I’m not letting you stop eating any more than I’m letting you stop sleeping,” she said, severely. “If I don’t see you eat before I go to bed tonight, I’ll force feed you. Don’t think I won’t.”
“Okay, okay!” Sonata raised her hands in surrender before pulling on her paint shirt. “Got it. Message received. Sí, mi capitán”
She went to continue painting the latest square of canvas, but then paused, and looked back at Sunset on her laptop. Her face was no longer pale. The haunted look had gone from her eyes. She seemed so like her usual self right then, it was as though she had never been sad at all. Sonata genuinely hoped that whatever it was no longer hurt her.
“Something wrong?” Sunset asked, catching Sonata’s eye.
“Huh?” Sonata gave her head a shake. “No, I’m fine. Just daydreaming.” She gave a winning smile and went back to painting. Then she stopped again, paint brush in mid-stroke. She pondered something for a moment, and then asked “When were you thinking of going to bed?”
“In an hour, I guess,” Sunset said, checking the time on her laptop. “Why?”
“No reason. Just don’t want to keep you awake.”
“Good news on the funding front, by the way,” Sunset said with satisfaction. “Flim and Flam are on board, although I had to bargain hard for it. And Vinyl is perfectly happy to set us up with some rental equipment so long as she gets to DJ for us again.”
“What did you end up bargaining Flim and Flam for?” Sonata asked, darkly.
“They get to sell merchandise on our behalf and keep a share of the profits,” Sunset sighed. “They had to be able to make money here or they would never have gone for it. Advertising alone and the appearance of being actual caring human beings apparently isn’t enough for them.” She shook her head in vague disgust. “I honestly wonder how they get along in business at all.”
“By tricking people,” Sonata huffed, splashing an angry stroke of red across her painting.
“Also the printing company is ready and waiting for your poster ideas.”
“They’re ready,” Sonata waved her palette at the small pile on the coffee table.
She finished the square she was working on and set it to dry on the wall. She had two walls full now. She would take down the dried ones tomorrow morning and continue over. Taking another sheet of canvas, she went to sketch the lines to another piece of the project when she halted. An image came into her mind. She looked quickly at Sunset from behind her easel, thinking of her zip pocket of hidden pictures. She sketched out something, modified it a little, stood back and looked at the whole thing. It was a quick picture, a simple sketch, a simple paint job, but there was a restlessness in her that made it overtake her mind. The picture made her happy. Suddenly the prospect of continuing to paint her other project was daunting.
“You know,” she said quite out of the blue. “I think I’ll turn in early tonight. Get a fresh start on it all tomorrow.”
“Well that’s good,” Sunset said. “You’re still eating something though.”
“Of course,” Sonata rolled her eyes. She took the canvas off the easel and waved it through the air a bit, hoping it’d dry a bit quicker, and then making sure Sunset wasn’t watching her, rolled it up and set it aside. Yawning most convincingly, she went to pick something out of the fridge whilst Sunset took a shower.
“Hey, you think I could sleep in your bed?” Sonata asked as Sunset exited the bathroom. She repressed a smirk as she continued “It was really comfy this morning.”
She waited for Sunset to react, to yelp in surprise, or even to give her a stern look. Sonata liked those little reactions, and frequently tried out small things that came to her mind that would evoke them. To her consternation however, Sunset did none of these things. Standing in a long towel and with a smaller one wrapped around her hair, she was looking speculatively at the canvas on the walls, as though debating something within herself. Sonata had the sense that Sunset hadn’t heard her, and was about to repeat her joke, when Sunset spoke up.
“If you like,” she said.
“If I like what?”
Sunset looked at her. “You can sleep in my bed if you like,” she clarified.
“No, no, I was kidding. It was a joke,” Sonata chuckled, hands raised. Sunset didn’t seem to be listening to her again. “I mean, where would you sleep?”
“The bed’s meant for two,” Sunset went on, still contemplating the stretch of canvas squares.
Sonata understood far too late that she’d really landed herself in it now. Rarity’s face drifted irresistibly into her brain, reminding her of their conversation.
She just had to say no. She didn’t want to sleep in Sunset’s bed, it had just been a joke. But she found this simple explanation curiously difficult to give as she looked into Sunset’s face. She suddenly realised that maybe whatever had been on Sunset’s mind earlier was still there, no matter how diminished, weighing on her. She couldn’t say no to her now.
“Oh come on,” Sunset said, possibly guessing some of Sonata’s thoughts from her expression, or from her silence. “We’re both grown up enough not to overreact to something like this. There’s room enough for two. It’s not like I haven’t slept in a room with six other girls before after all.”
“But that’s a slumber party,” Sonata said meekly from behind her easel.
“Think of this as a slumber party then,” Sunset said, turning to her room. “I’m going to sleep. You do what you like. Just try not to make too much noise if you decide to sleep in my room.” She gave Sonata a brief smile and then left to change.
Sonata stood next to her easel until Sunset’s door closed, and then marvelled how effectively she had just screwed herself over. Little though she liked to think about it, she thought that maybe Aria did have something of a point when she said that she, Sonata, had a subconscious penchant for screwing things up.
But, she thought, she could hardly say no now. As uncomfortable as the prospect was, the thought of doing otherwise filled her with something akin to guilt. Quite why, she couldn’t say. So, resigned to her fate, she brushed her teeth as slowly as she could, put her pyjamas on in as much of a prolonged way as possible, took her hair out of its ponytail with a the sort of care one usually employed during bomb-disposal, checked herself in the mirror for any peculiarities she might hitherto not have noticed, and began the short but doom-laden march to bed.
The lights were off inside the bedroom. It was a small room in Sonata’s opinion, but neat and orderly. A small chest of drawers next to the bed held a lamp and the magic journal Sunset kept in order to contact Princess Twilight. Other than a wardrobe and a laundry basket, nothing much else stood in the room. A few photos plastered a corkboard, but the room was very functional. Practical. It didn’t hold much of the personal touches that the living room did.
Having taken in all of these details as though she were bidden to memorise them, Sonata turned her attention at last to the bed, and the person in it. As Sunset had said, it was indeed made for two people, and Sunset lay on the side of it closest to the door, facing away from the other side. Sunset wasn’t asleep Sonata knew, so she quietly made her way around the bed and gently lifted the sheet. Gingerly she sat down, wincing as the springs groaned beneath her. Then she lifted one leg in, and then the other, trying hard to stay to the margins. The process was taking an extraordinarily long time to perform, given how simple the action itself should have been.
“Will you just lie down!” Sunset erupted. Sonata jumped, yanking the covers over herself and holding still. She was in. She lay stiff as a board, feeling the cold precipice of the bed’s end under her right side, and watching Sunset for any signs of continuing admonishment. Nothing further came.
There was a good two or three feet between them, so Sonata felt over the next few moments that it might be safe to edge a little closer in; get comfortable. Nonetheless, her fingers fidgeted with each other underneath the covers, and she could not have felt more ill-at-ease.
Just as she was beginning to debate with herself whether she should wait until Sunset was properly asleep, and then slip out back to her futon, she felt a slight trembling running through the bed. A slow, rhythmic, shaking that could only faintly be felt as Sonata lay still. Sonata looked quizzically around, wondering if maybe someone’s television or radio was on loudly somewhere. But she didn’t hear any loud noises. No, wait. That wasn’t true. She could hear a noise.
Very carefully so as not to disturb the bed too much, Sonata pushed herself up, and looked over Sunset’s shoulder. Her fist was gripping her pillow, her bright blue eyes half closed and brimming with tears. She breathed through her mouth so that Sonata would not hear her sobs and sniffles, but she couldn’t quite mask the little gasps and winces. And Sonata understood in that instant why Sunset let her sleep in the same bed as her. A long-forgotten feeling of loneliness and misery crept up from within her, a sensation of terrible cold and hopelessness. She felt her own eyes stinging, and it suddenly didn’t matter to Sonata what her own feelings towards Sunset were. All of the awkwardness, her doubt, her smothered but heartfelt desire to know just what it was she felt towards her friend fell away to a more natural need to comfort her.
Without really thinking about it, she closed the distance between them, and put an arm around her middle. Sunset twitched slightly, obviously not expecting the touch, but she didn’t push Sonata away. Her own trembling hand covered Sonata’s, and she began to cry in earnest.
“It’s okay,” Sonata whispered, holding Sunset close. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”
- To be Continued
Well, this was unexpected, but absolutely adorable.
5303934 The build up must be magnificent.
This is just too cute for words, Sonata's innocence is just perfect!
I must reiterate that Sonata and Sunset are td most adorable things ever and nobody can tell me otherwise.
Not sure if its already written or not but please post the next chapter, I'm begging you!!! I'm dying, I need to slack off at work! I've finished all my assignments!
The plot thickens.
Oh shit I guess my feed was just being butts. I see it is here now, this was the one I meant I'm sorry I yelled :v
Wow. Its a good thing Sunset hasn't told Sonata what's wrong. If its hitting Sunset this hard, think what it would do to Sonata!
Oh god, my heart. When this story lands me in the hospital, I shall forward my medical bills to you.
Yayz, another awesome chapter! I feel so sorry for Sunset but I'm glad Sonata is thinking about her feelings for Sunset. Can't wait to see where things go.
Im Wilford Brimley and I'm here to talk to you about DIABEETUS.
I'll be honest, sympathize with Aria. I've had my pride/fears get in the way before, and it takes a long time to realize you're wrong.
Right now it could not be better, it is really adorable how Sonata tries to comfort Sunset.
You make them a really adorable couple, i think now one could complain if they would get together with that kind of background story, and how they got together.
I mean this romance is much better than one, where we would have a couple after the fourth chapter already.
5304241 I second that.
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Nope, I have just started this term because out of my 80 or so games on Steam, I have nothing to play. I mainly have a bunch of half finished sketches since I am still trying to figure out how I want to do color. I also have thought about using Adobe Flash for lines and color because that is what GrievousFan does.
You can see my first vector ever here. I'll link my first attempt at lip syncing through PM.
Aaawww, that's so sweet.
Keep it up.
I love damn good sandwiches. I am unfortunately at a loss while going to college. There is nothing in this stupid town.
That is pretty shallow of you Rarity. Just take the damn thing off, jeeze.
In other news; many guys want to give Rarity the pickle.
SUNSET! You dog!
I love that feeling so much. Didn't know "marvelled" was spelled with 2 L's. Must be from overseas.
Or making them amazing. She likes tacos, how bad of a person can she be?
The reason Sunset doesn't message Twilight about this must be the same reason why Twilight never messages Celestia. They're scared of being banished.
Least it wasn't a mechanical buzzing. THAT could have been awkward.
Totally did not read this chapter right when I woke up cause reasons and stuff. I don't need to explain myself to YOU! You're not my MOM!
I would have thought Sonata would have been a little giddy to spend a night closer to Sunset. Though I guess crushes affect people differently. The chat with Rarity was great; Rarity has great dumbfounded looks.
That was really sweet. Confusing feelings or no, it's always good to comfort a friend when they need it.
In response to the last bits of the chapter: "Knock knock! who's there? FEELS!!"
Very good chapter. I really enjoyed it. I liked this emotional part especially:
Good work!
5304185 It's what you'll get when you read stuff like this chapter.
If there was no [Romance] tag, I would love this chapter. The amount of platonic relationship-building would have been excellent.
Since there is one, I AM FILLED WITH UNCONTROLLABLY LARGE AMOUNTS OF WORRY. YOU HEAR THAT? IT'S UNCONTROLLABLE!
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
5304547 banished where exactly? to another world where her form isnt a pony..oh wait...
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It would be a double banishment, except this time Sunset is an octopus and Octavia is queen of all the squids.
That is all
Now, my response in real life was far last calm than I'll admit. I guess I was smiling and D'awwing at the adorableness so much that my brother assumed I was looking at kittens.
I really love the pacing of this chapter. Hell, I love the pacing of the entire story. You make me laugh. You're a funny guy, Daniel. I can't wait for the next update.
this chapter was great and some more romantic situations is what we were waiting for but really love this story and were finally getting to the
Very good chapter!
Even though Sonata is trying to figure out if she has romantic feelings towards Sunset, Sonata still cares for Sunset!
5305740 Of course she does. Also snuggled time!
5305509 Oh, you win my internet-of-the-day award for that
Love that song.
5305275 I have been told that I'm a funny guy before. Well, that's what I assumed when they said "you're that kinda guy".
5305179 Holy shit it's GIR
5304808 I refuse to apologise! NEVER!!!
But take it as you will. I think a lot of real life romance is really platonic bonding at its core. It's only when we apply meaning that it becomes love.
5304766 Thanks. Simple though it is, I agonised over that line for ages.
5304754 ZUUL!!
5304575 Truer words have never been spoken.
5304547 Mechanical buzz... hmm, well, it was neither the time nor the place. But hey, the bedside drawer has to have something in it, right?
I thought rarity the best person to give advice on the knotty questions of love, being someone who is constantly and eternally disappointed in it.
5304476 Oooh, yes, I saw that on you main page. It's pretty good I thought.
5304390 Thanks for saying that. From the start I've tried to build up the romance realistically, so it's good to know other people seem to consider it that way as well
5304352 Peace is hard fought. Love is forever intertwined with fighting.
5304241 Well I intended for my readers to sympathise with her. First you have to hate her, then you have to feel for her, then you have to accept her. It is my duty as the author to make sure you do these things of your own volition.
5304185 You think maybe I should put a warning label in the description?
5304103 What if I just organise a concert to pay for it?
See what I did there?
5304085 Yes. Think on the possibilities...
5304083 Oh, couldn't you see the chapter at first?
5304062 What does gardening have to do with this?
5306218 i was gonna use that a few chapters before but then i forgot and aria got her legs broken
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This gives me hope that maybe my worry is unfounded. Maybe.
BUT IT IS STILL CURRENTLY UNCONTROLLABLE
5306233 In all seriousness I sincerely hope no one is disappointed with this story. Vain a hope, though it is.
5304015
I wouldn't call it innocence so much as uncertainty. She'd probably go right off the deep end if she really understood what Rarity was getting at. More that she doesn't realize where the boundary between friendship and other things lies exactly. Sunset's not doing herself any favors not talking to Sonata about the events earlier though.
5306218 I don't like the sound of that... just make sure not to break her too badly. We wouldn't want our favorite Taco loving siren to have her second heart smashed too!
5306218 not at first, I guess it didn't tell me. But also, Im on mobile most of the time, so its slower lol
thanks for the reply tho, how very courteous. I await the next installment with undeniable excitement :3
I want to give the story another like. Damn this limited system.
I actually felt some feels near the end. Good job, I wanted the feels before sleeping.
I enjoy your charactererizations seeing as they are very believable. Sonata has common sense even if she doesn't seem like it at times, thats a huge plus.
Jumping back to the previous chapter; Hell yeah! Arie got punched! Got that felt good to read...
Good handle on Aria's scene in the previous chapter. It usually takes a serious reality check and a few close-to-home jabs to make someone realize how stupid they are being. I've done it to a number of people and each oe them has been better for it.
Once again, I like that fact that I can connect to certain moments in this story. i'm happy i'm not the only one knows some of these approaches, while harsh, are in-fact, very effective. It makes the story satisfying to me.
All I can say is d'awwwww
Yes, even under those circumstances.
5306861 I feel your pain man. I wants more likes!!!
5307268 It was sort of a d'aww moment.
5306935 True, it sometimes what people need. But typically we must temper that sort of thing with compassion as well.
This is definitely becoming a ship :)
That last chapter is really bringing up Sonatas character and how she cares for Sunset. I can see why Sunset wanted Sonata to sleep with her because she's still hurt inside. You wrote that part perfectly. Sunset is starting to make it a bit more obvious, but I think eventually she should tell Sonata what happened between her and Aria. Sonata may be affected by that, but I think Sonata should be determined to go to the Hospital with Sunset and talk to her about those idiotic choices Aria made. I don't think Sonata can keep waiting if Sunset will continue to be upset forever.
The more I read this story, the more anxious I get to read the next chapter because I don't want to stop reading this.
5308159 While two chapters have gone by, it's only been a day chronologically to them. But yes, with this just one final hurdle remains. And I intend to make it all as excruciating as possible.
This is a really sad, but touching chapter.
I'm really enjoying it.
But I still wonder what Sunset is crying about. But if I were to guess, it would be Everything!
Be advised...you should consult with your doctor before reading this story to see if your heart is healthy enough for this amount of adorableness. Side effects may include an uncontrollable crying, the urge to buy a Sonata plushie, and withdrawals in between chapters.
You have been warned!
The absolute best dazzling story I've seen so far, such a joy to read. Please, don't stop.
5308851 I don't plan to stop
5308749 I'm Daniel Gleebits and I approve this message
5308598 I hope the coming chapters will explain Sunset's inexplicable sorrow.
still a marvelous fic! that lie down bit reminds me of something i would say lol.
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I was experiencing that side effect LONG BEFORE I read this story. Minutes after seeing Rainbow Rocks for the first time, actually...
Seriously, though, this chapter (and, therefore, story) is great! I await more of this magnificence with bated breath.
5309964 It's what my dad always said whenever I tried to sneak into bed with him. I thought I could be sneaky but he always knew.
And I mean when I was like 4.
I... I love it. Forget what i said about shipping a few weeks ago! THIS IS TOO MUCH! I GIVE ALL MY FEELZ TO YOU!! TAKE THEM! TAKE THEM ALL! BY THE END OF THIS YOULL BE MORE FAT THAN YOUVE EVER BEEN WITH ALL MY FEELZ!!
5310002 i figured you meant when you were little. its adorable really.
5310038 Would you call this a reluctant romance?
5310155 Mmph! Mm! Feelz Acceptable! This state of affairs is in acceptable condition!!