29. Duet
“I just think we should take this a little slower, that’s all. I mean, I've known you for about 20 minutes now, and we’re already kissing, I’ve never had a relationship that fast.” I looked down at my hooves, I saw him do the same in the corner of my vision.
“If I'm not your type just tell me. Please.”
“That’s not it, you are defiantly my type, I just don’t know all that much about you, that’s all.”
“Then let’s get to know each other… just... How do you want to go about this?”
“Well, I'm not actually all that sure.” I really didn't know how to start something like this.
“I have an idea. Let’s play a song.”
“With what?”
“We could sing.”
“Oh, I have a horrific singing voice.”
“And I sincerely doubt that. Now come on, we can go somewhere private, where nopony can hear us. Trust me, it’ll be fun. But I need to pick something up real fast.”
“What would that be?”
“Just something I hold very dear to my heart. I won’t be long, I swear.” And with that he ran off, down the road.
He returned about five minutes later with Dillon’s bass on his back “wait, what’s that for? I thought we were going to sing.”
“We are.” he set up and rosined his bow.
“But you have a bass, how could you sing and play something from memory at the same time? Not to mention, I know that bass. That’s Dillon’s bass. Where did you get it?”
“I got this from a good friend, he had a bass on hand that nopony was using and I needed an instrument so he lent it to me. Now tell me if you know this song.” He started to play a song that I was not familiar with, it was simple, only 14 notes repeated in slow succession.
“I'm sorry, I don’t know that one.”
“Do you know how to improvise?”
“kinda.” I smiled sheepishly.
“Good, now just make a song with your heart, don’t think, just let it out.” And with that he started to play the 14 note rift again.
This is what happened next (please forgive me for not making my own or finding a better one, I had about 15 minutes before I had to stop looking)
“Octavia, that was beautiful, who told you that your voice wasn’t good?”
“I never sang as a child, and I never sang as an adult, I didn’t sing in between either, I never let my voice out, I guess I always told myself that.”
“You are a great singer, always remember that.”
“Thank you. Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh?” I took the bow from his hoof.
“Now I play and you sing.”
“But I did sing, and you don’t play bass.”
“Yes and yes, but how hard can it be, I do play cello, and they aren’t very different.” I took the bass neck from him and he sat down.
I warmed myself up to the bass and started to play a simple rift I had been taught long ago. EQ had perked up at the notes I was playing, I didn’t know if he had been taught the same song as a colt or if he was thinking of another song, he answered my thoughts with his singing. It was beautiful. This is what it sounded like.
When we were done he put his head down a little in thought “who’s Delilah?” his head bobbed a little at my question.
“That was a song from where I came from, it was a love song from the artist to his marefriend, Delilah. I don’t know Delilah personally, but it’s a great song.” A small smile crawled onto his face.
“Yeah it is, isn’t it.” the same smile appeared on my face.
“So what now?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“I just want to be with you.”
“You’re so sweet. Let’s go check on the kids, who knows what they’re doing up there.” He must have known who I was talking about cus a smirk replaced his smile.
We walked back and on our way we realized that the music had stopped. We wondered if they had gone to sleep or if they were eating or what. Then we feared the worst and sprinted our way to the house. When we found presto sleeping on the couch without vinyl we released all of those thoughts.
“Thank Celestia, anyway, we have a spare bed or I can put a mattress down if you want.”
“No, I’ll be fine sleeping on the ground. Thank you though.” And he curled up next to the couch.
“Good night.” I didn’t like him sleeping on the floor, but he didn’t want the mattress or the bed.
I went to my room and slipped under the covers. The lights were off and it was warm, I wondered why, I hadn’t been in here for the past several hours. It would be cold; I rolled over and came snout to snout with vinyl scratch, her glasses off and her legs wide open. Upon further inspection she had a large amount of sticky wet liquid between her legs. What did she do in my bed? I got up out of my bed and walked to her bed, I slept there that night.
I had a particularly weird dream; it was about EQs song, the one about Delilah. What did it mean, was it his song, did he write it, why was it important? These questions came to my head in waves; I didn’t know what to do. I finally decided to ask him about it the next morning. Then I woke up, I lay in bed for a minute, then realized where I was. I was in Vinyl’s bed, not my own. That’s when I got up and went downstairs. Presto was still asleep, but EQ was nowhere to be found. I looked for him in the kitchen, then the bathrooms, then the bedrooms. Where had he gone?
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its a good story can't wait to see where it goes from here
2307131
yeah, all i can say is this:
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ima say this,dillon was torn asunder by celly and his other personalities now have their own bodies.
2311437
yes, yes he does...
2311612
why is everypony that reads my story a fucking genious?!?!
2312785 because we are lovely little things that eat chips and read like kings/queens. also please make him and twi back together please
the entire rainbow thing kinda got on my nerves tho...heh...rainbitch...
2312811
? below the belt man... but i see what you mean, she just never met Dillon, all she knows is the bad stuff...
hey, who and twi? at this point there ar like... five guys after her... and rainbitch
I have read your story and I don't usually comment on any story seeing as they are fanfics...I think that a story should express things like characters personalities, romances between characters, and story line freely interpreted by the writer in their own way. I think that stories should be judged by how much they draw the reader into that world. Your story does just that and it is a great story for that very reason...I will be waiting for more of this wonderful story.
As far as grammar and other basics story form....I am not the best at that so just let your story unfold as you see it and look for the readers that enjoy your hard work....also don't let anyone get you down about characters not being cannon because fanfic to me is to create a world of your own not to copy one already created.
Again thank you for the great story.
2313007 human dillon
2313017
wow, you are the best man, thanks. thats the most praise i have ever gotten from one reader...
thanks.
2313021
im sorry, that wont be happening... im sorry...
2313051 *Darth Pinkie Voice* Noooooooooooooooooooooo! can we at least let her know that fixinit is technically original dillon in...most sense of the word.
2313070
i never confermed that, and do you remember the note Dillon wrote before celly dragged him away?
2313086 i curse you with having to dance the dance of the pinkieus piecus
2313093
dance the what?
2313106 the dance of pinkie pie. she is scientifically known as the pinkieus piecus.
2313121
lolololol, yes i have to do that daily...
I am going to be completely honest here. Why make something as trivial and mind-numbingly amusing as making Dillon's multiple personalities become actual ponies? I don't see the point in doing that, but give me anxiety and a mild headache. Nothing is wrong with that. Its just that it kinda seems a bit excessive and should(better) have a good motive(reason) behind doing this, or I'm just going to be lost and a tad angsty towards this. Because that brought a lot of negative emotions toward Twilight, who is the second main character(majority-wise). I'm just saying that there better be a rather decent cause for Celestia having part in whatever you did to Dillon. Also, you're not going to turn him into a pony by the time this is over are you? Because most stories like this usually end with the same thing.
2315410
I think that Dillan no longer exists.