I was on the upstairs balcony,
looking out at the stars through my telescope
when you showed up
a flurry of feathers and wind,
tossing your mane to one side.
I act annoyed, but secretly am glad to see you.
What's up, Twi?
You say.
Stargazing,
I mutter,
we're supposed to be able to see
the Equinuus Major tonight.
Sounds like fun.
You sat down,
put your wing around me,
pretend to be interested.
I know you don't care for the stars,
but the gesture is sweet regardless.
Your wing is warm,
the primaries tickle my sides
I feel your breath on my neck;
nuzzling against me.
It's a welcome reprieve
from the cold evening air.
Is something bothering you, Rainbow?
I ask, still peering through the telescope.
I hear your hesitation
piercing through the silence.
I was thinking about you all day, Twi.
You were?
The telecope waits as we gaze
at each other;
Your eyes
seas of ambition
and desire.
You act first,
our lips meet
like a thousand newly discovered constellations
my heart burns
for you.
The Equinuus Major can wait.
It's already been discovered.
Unlike what lies waiting
trying to escape
from my chest.
I love you,
I whisper.
I know,
You say.
Why wouldn't you?
I'm awesome.
Oh Rainbow, you're a goof
DAWG YOU ARE MAKING ME TEAR UP
AND I'M NOT EVEN A TWIDASH SHIPPER