Every Side of You
When Rarity woke up, she noted two things.
Firstly, she noted that Pinkie was already awake, staring out of the window into the sky.
Secondly, she noted the colour of said sky.
The whole of it was a canvas of light, warm pastel shades. Pinks, oranges, flashes of crimson and golden yellow struck through the backdrop of warmth and calm. Rarity let her eyes flutter shut again, and rather than turn away from the morning light she basked in it for a time, allowing the heat of the sun to lull her into a relaxed stupor.
“So,” she began after a couple of moments, “What kind of day is it today, dear?”
When she didn’t get a response, Rarity opened one eye, and found that a response didn’t seem necessary anymore.
Pinkie’s hair was fluffy and soft-looking. The light from the sunrise filtered through it in a kaleidoscope of sparkles that danced with every move she made. The way Pinkie carried themself was so smooth, almost choreographed, as they turned to face Rarity.
And when they climbed back into bed to envelop Rarity in an embrace, Rarity could tell that Pinkie had been up for a while.
It stood to reason, of course, that a pony with such boundless energy tended to sleep only the amount that was absolutely necessary for their day.
What clued Rarity in, however, was the floral scents in Pinkie’s mane. The reflective sheen of lipgloss decorating their smile. The curl and fullness of their eyelashes, which batted every time their sultry, lidded stare was punctuated by a blink.
When Pinkie opened their mouth, Rarity felt like she could have chimed in and said the exact same thing.
“Girl day,” Pinkie whispered, and Rarity nodded with a sleepy, yet still smitten grin.
She loved girl days.
She loved running her hooves down the soft, lithe curves of Pinkie’s barrel. The taste of their kisses, like confectionary and sugar, steeped in the lush fruitiness of Pinkie’s lipgloss.
She loved the bold strikes of Pinkie’s makeup, contrasting with the understated subtlety of her own. Pinkie would use her own inimitable, and utterly charming, madcap style, and line her eyelids with prismatic explosions. She’d paint her hooves in patterns so garish, so crass, that only Pinkie could possibly pull it off.
They went together like complimentary but utterly distinct forms of art.
She was the impressionist to Rarity’s realism, and Rarity loved her for that.
She wrapped her hooves around Pinkie and pulled her in, nipping at her neck lightly as Pinkie squeaked in delight.
“Shouldn’t we get up?” Pinkie asked, her tone clearly of a pony who wanted to do nothing less.
“It’s a beautiful morning, darling, I think we can sleep in a little,” Rarity replied with a feline grin, watching her girlfriend’s eyes flutter shut in contentment.
And as her eyes started to close as well, all she could see was pink, pink, pink.
When Rarity woke up, she noted two things.
Firstly, she noted that Pinkie was already awake, staring out of the window into the sky.
Secondly, she noted the colour of said sky.
Outside their sanctuary here, all that existed were greys and blues. The world’s symphony was comprised of bold strikes in minor tone. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the windowpane threatened to lull Rarity back into the arms of the slumber she’d just risen from.
Nearly.
But how could she sleep when standing there, by the window, was Pinkie?
How could she ever truly avert her eyes from her lover, standing there as the sole point of light in an ocean of cold tones, infinite cobalt and sapphire and indigo, earthy greys and blacks?
“So,” Rarity began after snapping herself from her reverence, “What kind of day is it today, dear?”
Pinkie looked over at Rarity, and she never wanted to close her eyes again.
Her lover’s mane was long, and flat, slicked back close over their head. Their eyes were steadfast, unwavering, pupils contracted against the explosion of cool blue that was their irises.
When Pinkie moved away from the window to come back to bed, their motions were bold and confident. Not without Pinkie’s characteristic gentleness, but without fanfare either. They were controlled, stoic, and when they pulled Rarity into an embrace it was all she could do not to swoon at the rustic scents of wood and mineral that clung to their pleasantly rough coat.
When Pinkie opened their mouth, Rarity felt like she could have chimed in and said the exact same thing.
“Boy day,” her lover announced, in a throaty, low tone that made Rarity bite her lip.
She loved boy days.
She loved the strength in Pinkie’s hooves as he held her there, head resting atop her own as if cradling her. When he kissed her, Pinkie’s lips were rough, and tasted like sharp mint.
She loved the way that he’d scoop her up into an embrace, such strength in his grip that was never overbearing, never anything other than a safe haven. She could simply curl into him and feel like the world didn’t matter.
And it didn’t, did it? Not when she had him, and he had her.
Her boyfriend’s chin was scruffy, his gaze was calm and self-assured, buoyed as one could only be by the knowledge that he had someone who adored him, and whom he adored in turn.
Outside there was a sudden flash, the rain picked up it’s relentless barrage against their window as the clap of thunder finally caught up with the lightning that had heralded it.
“Shouldn’t we get up?” Pinkie asked, wincing. His tone was that of someone who really didn’t want to have to contend with the weather outside.
But Rarity just smiled, and watched the world for a moment. The flashes and rumbling music of nature complimented the muted palette of the sky.
She thought it was spellbinding.
“It’s a beautiful morning, darling, I think we can sleep in a little,” Rarity replied with a deep, contented sigh, before nestling deeper into her boyfriend’s embrace.
And when her eyes started to close, all she could think of was the comfort of their two bodies pressed together, and the steady cadence of Pinkie’s breaths.
When Rarity woke up, she was surprised.
Pinkie was still in bed, slumbering softly. In their whole relationship, she couldn’t remember many times she had woken up first at all.
It was almost a ritual of theirs now. When Rarity would join her lover in the waking world, she’d always ask what kind of day it was going to be.
Except now, Pinkie was peaceful, slumbering and still undefined. They were no less beautiful for it. Their expression was placid and calm, the steady rise and fall of their chest coordinated with every soft breath they took.
It took everything in Rarity’s power to not place her hoof on that chest, to not kiss every part of that gently slumbering face.
She looked over to the window, and saw the colour of the sky was a perfect, unblemished white. They could have simply been removed from the world, such was the uniformity of it all outside. Blank and neutral, unburdened by tone or shape for as far as the eye could see.
Rarity thought it was beautiful.
She turned back to Pinkie, relishing in the opportunity to see a pony so known for their boundless energy at rest.
As softly as she could, not to disturb them, Rarity pulled Pinkie closer to her. She let her eyes flutter shut, basking in the perfect white of the morning sky, and the peace of her lover beside her.
Whatever day it was going to be, Rarity knew that she’d love it.
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The descriptions you write always amaze me, Seer. It's just one of those things I find myself struggling with that you pull off so flawlessly. Great stuff.
Well, okay, I didn't think I was gonna cry over this sheer amount of love. I love it and I love everything about this and it is so sweet and heartfelt and in love and it's so CUTE aaaaaaaaaanrksjfkshdksjfks
This was so very cute and full of love it just makes me have a big smile. This is exactly the kind of story that helps get me through my day.
This was absolutely beautiful. A well-deserved win, with a fascinating concept and excellent execution. I could read about their cozy little life all day long.
Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us.
said it before and ill say it again: simply beautiful stuff, seer. love it
I think "Bisexual" is a term relating to sexual orientation, not gender identity. [1] This Pinkie is more, hm, genderfluid? Whatever, it's a very sweet little story.
[1] Or I could just not be keeping up with the latest terminology.
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Yep you're absolutely right! In this instance Rarity is the bisexual character as she is attracted to both the masculine and feminine facets of Pinkie's gender, who is indeed genderfluid :)
The contest was to write a story themed around bisexuality but I wasn't in the mood to wrote poly, so this was a fun little way to do that and also write a genderfluid character!
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Ah, I see. I suppose I was assuming Pinkie is more "butch" and "femme" from Rarity's point of view than male and female, but that's hardly the case here, isn't it?
Oooh wow..... this is good. Just wow..... don't really know what else to say about it really, just wow.....
This really yees my haws, Seer
Every bit as fantastic as I remembered it being. Great work.
Delightfully wholesome story, Seer. I loved how you played with the colors and sensory details. Excellent job.
And of course: that's a good Pinkie.
I can relate to drab, colorless, miserable days being male.
This is finally out? yay!
This is absolutely wonderful Seer. Your descriptions are nothing short of breathtaking, and this is no exception. Even just the picture of the sky you've painted is so evocative. The real heart, though, lies in how the actions are described. Pinkie and their differences are so poetically put by Rarity, even the simplest things sound like a fairytale wonder. The prose in-between is also stunning, there is no part of this story that doesn't nail it on the head. It's impressive you managed to do this with only 8 lines of dialogue, with only one difference in the two sets.
As for the actual content of the story, I really like how it's not subtle, but it's not in your face either. It just is. Pinkie and their meandering self is put so well, and the last scene where they're content in being an enigma is such a powerful scene when put with the sky. Rarity also fits greatly into this, her being a calm presentation of a bisexual disaster. Absolutely wonderful.
Bravo!
I don't know if I've ever read something of yours before, but if I haven't, it seems like a crying shame from the amount of gorgeous detail and evocative imagery that went into this little piece.
First of all, major plus for RariPie, because that is an unusually rare ship, one that I almost never see, yet it has so much potential and life to it just aching to be explored. As you prove with the way in which Rarity takes in the skies, like an endless series of paintings, their colors always changing, shifting, flowing day by day.
Just like her lover. Boy some days, girl other days... it's so wonderful to see a representation of someone genderfluid. I know a few genderfluid people in real life and they struggle, a lot, with being considered legitimate by anyone. Even a lot of mainstream trans folk like to reject them.
But here Rarity is so in love with Pinkie that she's happy to accept all sides of them. It's so wonderfully accepting and loving it makes me want to cry.
It was the final scene that really got me though. The way Rarity watched Pinkie slumber, waiting to see which Pinkie would wake up today, while said Pinkie is so rested, so peaceful, it spoke to me.
This was fantastic. Well done. You definitely earned your win on that contest.
Howdy, hi!
Did you just write a genderfluid Pinkie? I think you just wrote a genderfluid Pinkie. That's amazing. This was amazing. I loved this. I don't even have other words to describe it because this was honestly just absolutely fantastic. I love the use of colours, I love the use of weather, and I love the seamless transition between scenes.
It was such a heartwarming, perfect little story, and I loved every second of it. Absolute delight.
Thank you so much for this~!
Heh, such a lovely read; SO glad i came across this and gave it a try
Probably helped that the pairing was one of my favorites involving the Mane 6
THis is so magnificently joyful.
The use of Rarity's POV (and your own writing) to lend poetry and beauty to the changing environment and have it reflected in Pinky's own genderfluidity is conceptually clever and artfully managed. Really well done. The descriptions are positively lush, which feels eminently suitable for Rarity's point-of-view. This feels like the sort of concept that it would be extremely easy to do badly, but you pulled it off with grace. It's not the first time I've encountered genderfluid Pinkie, but it's certainly the best rendering I've seen. Rarity absolutely luxuriating in the changing presentation of her lover is wonderful and honestly made me just a wee bit jealous!
RariPie isn't a ship I've ever been particularly fond of, but I think I might be sold, now, at least in this context.
if i quoted every descriptive passage i loved, i would be quoting the entire fic. but this one struck me as especially fitting to Rarity's perspective.
all three uses of the color of the sky were great, but this one almost feels like a thesis statement, coming at the end, and a beautiful one at that.
i loved the use of all the senses in these descriptions. Rarity was absolutely perfect for this, aesthete that she is, to distinguish and truly appreciate and love each of these expressions of Pinkie. this was a very clever use of the prompt and theme ("the color of the sky", if i recall), beautifully and poetically executed, a fantastic addition to the collective oeuvre of magical horsewords that truly stand out from the rest.
I remember reading this back in a contest, and I loved it back then. Not only was it beautiful, but it spoke to me personally. There's so much positivity in it.
I fully understand Pinkie, some days you just don't feel the same way you do on others, and what I love about this is that to Rarity it is just not okay, she actually loves both sides of Pinkie equally, and that's awesome. After the description of girl day and the tone of the weather the second day, I was half expecting Rarity to go: "Oh no, boy day today, hopefully I'll get my Pinkie back tomorrow." Or something like that, but nope, she's just as happy to wake up to her boyfriend. Looking back, her description of the weather isn't gloomy or agressive,, she manages to make it sound beautiful like only Rarity could.
The three different day thing is well done, I remember it being something I found confusing in the first draft, but I can't see it here so very well done. One thing I did note is that Pinkie's pronouns seems to go back and forth a bit between her and their, while on boy day it's all him. Maybe it's intentional as the reader gets to know her and her fluidity.
So yeah awesome story, and I'm happy to Have read it again.
There's no other way to put it, this story is a perfect example of exploring different identities. Everything flows and shines with your signature prose, and the character dynamic as usual is vibrant and really shines here. The concept is pretty simple but everything is executed so well that I'd read almost anything with this style! I really liked that ending too, as it shows how unconditional Rarity's love is no matter who Pinkie is that day. It's a point hit well by the first two scenes but the last once really leaves absolutely no doubt. Fantastic stuff, thank you for writing it!
Really sweet and interesting story. Pinkie's gender fluidity felt appropriate to them. It was nice seeing Rarity being so in love with every aspect of Pinkie.
literally reread this at least once a month to reaffirm my gender identity ❤ I love u 💕
Seeing the pure love and adoration between these two was lovely. It was all seamless, like one continuous dream.