Twilight sometimes likened Rarity to light.
It was a silly word to use to describe somepony. Light wasn't a thing one could be, light was just a concept, a notion, the result of the sun shining overtop or a candle flickering in the night. And yet, she was light.
The word 'light' made out Twilight Sparkle's first name, yet light was not what she brought. Much like her name, it felt like she lived in the tinted penumbra between day and night, between yesterday and today, between life and death.
The Light yawned, her hoof going to her mouth as she did so, and her magic gently dropping the needle she'd been holding. She was light, she was life, everything Twilight thought she'd lacked but had now regained, been allowed to have back.
It fascinated Twilight that Rarity yawned, that her chest rose and fell with each breath not out of habit but out of actual need.
"Twilight?"
Twilight blinked, her expression softening like the barriers she'd carefully constructed but Rarity had done away with. "Yes?"
"A bit for your thoughts?" Rarity asked, as she so often did. The endless string of questions, of fascination for Twilight Sparkle who in turn was fascinated by the notion that somepony would be interested in her, in she whom time had long forgotten, in she who'd so dearly tried to forget herself.
Twilight breathed, a habit she kept, and answered, "I don't need to breathe."
"You don't need to," Rarity said, and she smiled, and it was a lovely smile, Twilight thought. "The dead do not breathe, do they?"
"I'm not dead," Twilight replied, yet she found no sadness nor joy in the fact. "My body is displaced in time. It's more like I'm constantly frozen or paralyzed in a pocket of time."
Rarity hummed. "I know, but death sounds more poetic, doesn't it?" She looked away, to her needle on the desk. "If I stop breathing, I shall die."
Twilight frowned. The thought was unpleasant. The thought was disturbing, even, that Rarity could die, would die, one day far away and perhaps Twilight would still be trapp—
"If you're not dead, then," Rarity interrupted, and Twilight knew one day the memory of Rarity's voice would paint her eternity with a thin coat of endless pain, "You need to breathe something that gives you life, don't you?" She laughed and mischievously suggested, "Ink from books?"
"How did you know?" Twilight asked, and Rarity laughed, and Twilight couldn't help but smile even more.
One terrible day, Twilight thought in those especially quiet times, Rarity will no longer come to the library. No longer will her voice fill the hallways, no longer will desks be decorated with books brought for Twilight to read, and lack of use will allow dust to settle over the formerly-pink necklace on the desk.
One way or another, like many other things it had taken, eternity would rip Rarity away from Twilight Sparkle and she'd again be alone in her library with nothing but her owls, and then might Twilight not be so quick to clarify she was not dead.
But for now, she smiled.
She smiled because it wasn't air that filled her lungs, no, but instead it was Rarity's presence that filled her life or lack thereof. Perhaps Rarity was not the light that shone in the library, but the air that filled Twilight's existence.
And for now, Twilight would take as many breaths as eternity allowed.
This doesn't count as breaking hiatus.
Totes.
This chapter further filled my heart with the desire to see the librarian princess and the mosr rare fashionista finally able to hold one another in their embrace.
Someday... Somehow... They shall.
7679007 And it will be beautiful
"Interested by" should be "interested in", but this sentence also runs itself afoul of an oddity of English grammar. It should be:
Yes, one is a whom and the other isn't. And the first one is a her and the others are shes. It has to do with the object of the preposition "in" being a phrase rather than the pronoun "her". It's all very complicated.
This comment is less about "hey fix it" and more like, "Check this out, isn't English weird?"
I cant wait for Twilight to be free.
A mini-fic during HIATUS?
2spooky4me
I went into this expecting canon instead of EL and it was very macabre. Until about halfway through when I realized that Twillight really was a ghost
7678997 Aight... I'll file this under "Kinda like a teaser trailer-ish"... I have a very inefficient filing system.
The author note tho'
Woo-ee, that was intense. Beautiful, extremely beautiful, but intense. Wow.
Please excuse me while I go cry over in the corner like the sad blob I am and imagine Twilight and Rarity growing old together.
While... over time... grief will inevitably shape us in its way, I will say that I don't believe it can ever define us unless we allow it to do so. Should the very worst happen... or even what Twilight is imagining here (which isn't the worst since it implies a relatively distant death) may she remember what she gained rather than forever focusing on the pain of what she then lost. It's a poor remembrance of the departed to live in the pain of their absence rather than the joy of what they gave us before leaving to go on ahead. Many have left me behind, and many more will before I head on myself (...probably), but I don't intend to live in pain over it. I hope that Twilight won't either. ....Eh, though before all that I hope they get a few million proper cuddles in, buuuut that's a separate point, really.
Monochromatic updated something? Guess I will have to read everything again to take the edge off waiting for the hiatus to end
Oh my god, so tragically prettyyyy! So lovely.
Gah my heartstrings!!
A very lovely little bit, now excuse me as my room is taking on water for some reason...Oh wait I'm crying bucket fulls of tears from the vicious feels.
That moment of lightness when you read the author's note.
That sinking back down when you realize that, even if Rarity frees Twilight, she will likely still be outlived by her fair princess.
Haha whoops there goes my heart. It's no biggie, throwing it off a cliff is the least painful thing you've done to it so far
overhead,
(The comma is needed for this sentence as well.)
In other news, my heart hurts now.
And when eternity takes Rarity away, will Twilight injure it in order to regain her love?
Don't get me wrong, this is a beautiful snapshot of Twilight's take on Rarity, but part of my brain spent the whole story thinking "Just wait until she finds out about photons."
(Also, working my way through TEL.)