Concerto al Tramonto
“Twilight Sparkle, I can’t believe you’re here! Princess Celestia said she’d have a special tour guide lined up for me here in Ponyville, but I never imagined it would be you. Smashing luck!”
I do love concert season. It’s always in the fall, and it doesn’t hurt that Equestrian autumns are breathtaking. Orchestras and symphonies across the country spend all spring and summer practicing, raising money, setting schedules and reserving venues. It all culminates in a flurry of performances around Hearth’s Warming, centered on the larger cities and of course, Canterlot. In the fall, though, they refine their techniques and repertoires by playing smaller locales and further-flung towns like Ponyville.
“I never thought we’d get to play Ponyville. It’s one of those out of the way places that we read about in the papers - home of the Element Bearers and all that - but which none of the overstuffed Canterlot types ever seem to make it to. Listen to me, prattling on while you’re being so kind. Dreadful of me, sorry.”
But the real reason I enjoy fall concert season here in Ponyville? It’s that bow. Octavia’s perfect, wonderful pink bow is like a magnet. It’s the bow on the present I’ve wanted to open for years, since I first took time to look up from my books and sit through a concert and decided that her solos were beautiful for more than their sound. What did Rarity tell me once? “Clothes don’t make a pony sexy, darling. Whether it’s a fabulous dress or just a nice hat, what makes clothes on a pony so attractive is the thought of taking them off.” With luck, I’ll wake up with that bow on my nightstand. Or better yet, I’ll wake up wearing it.
“I’ve really had a splendid time today, Twilight. Thank you! Everypony’s been amazingly friendly and for a small town, Ponyville doesn’t lack for anything, does it? I think I’d like to come back here sometime, just to visit. Or perhaps for more, I suppose. Maybe there’s more for me here than friendly faces and a nice auditorium, hmm?”
It could definitely be the accent. If you’ve ever met Rarity’s parents, you know she’s a small-town filly through and through, and you realize fairly quickly that she’s faking that Canterlot accent. Octavia's, though, is pure Trottingham. It’s that peculiar lilting melody that’s like double-chocolate liqueur for the ears. It’s no mistake that all my friends pull for Manehattan’s hoofball team while I wave my little Trottingham FC pennant. They give me the worst looks when I do that, but I have my reasons - my delicious, marvelous, grey-furred, pink-bowed reasons. I could swim in that accent.
“You probably don’t remember, Twilight, but I saw you plenty of times in Canterlot. Not every pony gets to go the Grand Galloping Gala, of course, but when a pony spends the Gala by Princess Celestia’s side the entire night – well, really, you tend to get noticed. I tried asking about you, but when the Gala went positively loony, I lost track.”
She noticed me? Octavia actually noticed me, too? Good to know it was mutual! Should I tell her that I saw her at the Gala too, and when my night with Princess Celestia didn’t turn out like I’d hoped, I tried to get away from that interminable line of ambassadors and dignitaries and nobles to go talk to her? Or that Pinkie got to her just before I did, and that I was seconds away from saying hello before everypony in that ballroom went crazy? Should I tell her that I saw her again at my birthday party, when Rarity did her best to avoid introducing the girls to her high society friends? Maybe. All that matters is that she’s here now, side by side with me, smiling and laughing and irresistible in her subtle and casually exotic way. She might have lost track after the Gala, but I didn’t.
“Our performance today is a matinee, and we’ll be done before sundown. If you don’t mind me asking, Twilight – would you like to grab a bite to eat afterwards, just the two of us? We have three shows here, so we’ll be here for a few days, and I thought, maybe, you know…”
Oh, I know. I know I’m the single luckiest librarian in Equestria. I know I’m hopping and bouncing and grinning and I hope she’s figured out that I’m trying to say ‘yes’ but this is all I can manage at the moment. So yes, dinner would be lovely, and dessert too, and if all goes well, breakfast.
“Perfect! I’ll see you after the show, then. I’ll need to pack away my cello and sit with the director for post-show notes, so meet me by the sidestage exit around seven. I do hate to run, but I need to start warm-ups shortly with the rest of the strings. And Twilight? Thank you for everything. We’re going to have a grand time, I just know it!”
Maybe it’s that mane. Midnight dark, and never so much as a single hair out of place, and oh, I could bury my muzzle in that mane all night. Same goes for that tail, twice over. Somehow they always shine, so dark grey they're almost black, like raven wings but iridescent and shining like she shampoos with liquid pearls. Looking into her eyes is like looking into my own. I’ve never wanted a reflection so much. I want to wrap my tail around hers, I want… You know, Rarity once cautioned me about clashing colors, but suddenly I don’t care what Rarity warned me about - black and grey and purple and pink would look stunning together.
“Hello, gorgeous! I know, I shouldn’t sneak out like this, but I had to see you again. We’re on in about five minutes. I’ll be with the string section, first chair. I have the cello solo in the second and third movements. Watch for me, will you? Oh, right, there’s the three minute warning. Have to run. See you soon!”
Down here she was smiling and laughing and giggling like a schoolfilly. Up there she’s ice and steel and business and I can’t take my eyes off her. How can she can go from blushing to virtuoso so quickly? Seeing that change, that infallible control and easy grace, is exhilarating. She’s been playing for the better part of an hour now and she has yet to crack a smile, to look away, or falter in the slightest. This is her domain, her element, and she’s the absolute master of it.
Lucky cello. It’s wood and string and metal and she makes it cry and weep and shout. She runs her hooves down its neck and it sings her praises. She draws that bow across it, slowly, deliberately, teasing every sigh and shiver from it. She rushes nothing, hooves tickling and pressing in hidden places she knows will draw out whimpers and screams – and she knows every single place. Her bow moves faster, frenzied, frenetic, but always in perfect control. Her cello is crying at the edge, begging, and the audience is trembling along with it. Finally she strikes that last note, explosive and flawless and echoing, and hundreds of ponies explode in applause and relief and release. Lucky cello. Luckier me.
“That was a really wonderful show we had! The venue was great and the audience was just splendid. A lot of my colleagues think playing smaller towns like Ponyville is a waste, that ponies here can’t possibly appreciate high culture and the classics. Total rubbish, if you ask me. I’ll take a hundred ponies cheering like their team just won the hoofball finals over a thousand politely twittering aristocrats any day. So, on to our little rendezvous?”
Come to Ponyville more often! I guarantee you’ll always have an audience here, rapt and enthralled and begging for a front-row seat. We’ll have our own little performance. I’ll always appreciate you, Octavia. I appreciate the way every move you make, every wink and flutter and glance, is like a flirt and a dare and a promise all at once. I’ll cheer for you, too, because I know with talent and skill and grace and poise like yours, there’s no way anything you do with those hooves could be anything short of stupendous.
"Your recommendation was spot-on, Twilight. This might be the best Haywaiian fruit salad I've ever tasted. I had no idea I could find anything so delectable here in Ponyville. Excepting, of course, present company. More wine?"
Delectable is that accent, those eyes, that fluid elegance of movement that makes every bite you take a thing of beauty. You're brilliant and charming and refined in ways I couldn't have hoped for and never dreamt would be possible. I don't need more wine. Every luscious moment with you leaves me speechless and stumbling as it is.
“You’re joking! I never knew Fetlock’s Sonata in A Minor had been transcribed for cello. It’s brilliant as a violin piece, certainly, but I’d love to give it a go. Perhaps we could head back to the Library and you could show me the score? After we polish off dessert, of course.”
Few ponies know that Golden Oak Library is actually property of the Equestrian Crown, given that Celestia herself paid to have it built and enchanted. Fewer still know that Celestia herself approves every book purchase request I make. She did ask me once why I'd been spending so many bits on amassing a Theory and History of Music collection to rival that of Canterlot University. I told her it would help my studies on Harmony and the Magic of Friendship, and she kept signing the checks. I think she knew the real reason, though. The next time I saw the Princess she asked how my studies into Musical Theory were progressing, then she winked and whispered, "Research has its own rewards."
"You're not kidding, are you? You really live in a giant hollow tree which doubles as the town library? And with a dragon, no less! This I have to see. Shame I won't get to meet your dragon friend, though. Everything about you is fascinating, Twilight, it really is. I can’t wait to see your place. I wonder - what other little secrets might I discover there?"
There's plenty to discover, like the new spells I've been practicing. Let's just say they're the kind I only test out in private, and only when I have a nice cold shower ready. Maybe you'll discover that little spot behind my ear, the one that makes my leg twitch and makes me whimper like a puppy. Oh, Spike, Spike, Spike… I hope you’re having as much fun at that Cutie Mark Crusaders sleepover as I'm about to.
"You've been just wonderful, Twilight. Everything you've shown me, everything we’ve done has been so perfectly delightful. You're delightful, Twilight, and lovely, and… I can't tell you how long I've wanted to come here, Twilight. You've made a truly beautiful home here. It feels warm and welcoming and safe. Safe enough to… well, to do this, I suppose."
Octavia isn't grey. I never knew that. She's a sort of goldish-grey, the color of early dawn seen through fog. I'm probably only realizing it right now because she's kissing me, and I can't concentrate on much beyond that because I think my heart's about to explode. She smells like bow rosin and wood polish and her kisses taste like wine that's older than I am, sweet and biting and utterly intoxicating. I remember seeing her wearing her bow during the walk here. She must've taken it off, because there it is on my floor, and I know this because I'm lying next to it. Her cutie mark isn’t purple, it’s lilac, and I'm certain of this because I'm kissing it and my mane is draped across it and they blend together beautifully.
She plays me like a favorite instrument and it's all I can do to keep up. I can't tell if this is a duel or a duet and I don't care as long as she's the one conducting. Every note and every inch of her, every movement and motion, is flawless and perfect and absolutely delicious. Like every audience she's ever played for, I'm spent and panting and wishing it wouldn't end but knowing I wouldn't survive if it didn't. I'd give her a standing ovation but I'm still weak and shaking and I'm not sure my legs work anymore.
“There you are, sleepyhead! I was wondering when you’d wake up. I don’t blame you for sleeping in. We did have a rather busy night after all, didn’t we? I admit, there’s no place I’d rather have woken up than in your hooves, Twilight. Tonight’s performance is a late showing - it won’t let out until almost midnight – so what do you say we do lunch today instead of dinner? That way, after the concert closes, if you like, we could… skip straight to the encore?”
Did I mention how much I love concert season?
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Heh. Sexy, cheeky, and heartwarming all in one little piece. You didn't even need an M tag and it was better than the most that do.
Keep up the great work on ALL your projects, because they're all awesome.
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Still waiting for Vampony Twilight/Luna
Thank you for taking time to expound on how the cello is the sexiest instrument in the string family. Thank you for your amazing attentions to the detail and scent and behavior that made Octavia real to me. Thank you for writing some amazingly saucy, ship-happy, joyous OctaLight. Day=made, no doubt about it.
The attention to detail, the use of imagery, the depth of description...so lovely ^^
Kudos to you
A great, delicious work. You have my appreciation.
Twilight and Octavia? I've only see that ship even HINTED at in one other story, and that one was canceled
Quite a nice little read, I do like the switching between Octavia's dialogue and Twilight's inner thoughts
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The two major ones are Private Gig, which hasn't updated in a few months, and Sonnets by Twilight - both are excellent, and I absolutely recommend them. I do remember a throwaway scene in a comedy fic that had Twilight dating every eligible pony in town, including Octavia, only to have them all turn into disasters - can't remember the name of that one. Anyway, you can never have too much Twilight shipping, and I wanted to give this one a shot. Glad you liked it!
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Thanks! Happy you liked it.
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I appreciate it! If Octavia came alive for you here, then I'll consider this little experiment a success.
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That was part of the goal - to wave hello to the Mature tag without crossing that line. Glad it worked! Yeah, I think I'll release To Still the Beating of My Heart soon, though I might mark it as On Hiatus until I can find time to keep it updated like I want.
Yessss. Need more of these. Or just ship Twi with everyone. All the ships, a veritable fleet.
BRUNNENG
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In all seriousness, not bad at all. I quite enjoyed it!
Mmmm, yes, that was tasty -- exactly the kind of cheerfully-saucy-but-not-overdone fic that I love. Lovely work with the sensory details, especially the cello-playing and the, ah, other playing. Octavia's dialogue seems a shade off, but Twilight's voice is pitch-perfect throughout. (Music pun? OK, you can punch me now.)
Twilight and Octavia? I approve!
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SHIP ALL THE TWILIGHTS!
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Oh, you should see what's coming next. Have to take a break from TMP for this one.
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Just imagine Kate Beckinsdale speaking her lines and you'll forget about the dialogue entirely.
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So do I!
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That...was surprisingly effective.
Really enjoyed this
2310395 I do remember a throwaway scene in a comedy fic that had Twilight dating every eligible pony in town, including Octavia, only to have them all turn into disasters
U-Harmony maybe?
Honestly, this blew me away. I really wasn't expecting to like Twi x Octy, but this is amazing.
Amazing! Loved this story! And I love this ship too!
Jesus, this writing is flawless. I love the perspective. I love the lack of Twi's dialogue, making us fill in the blanks ever so mysteriously. I love the vague, simple feeling it all brings on. It's a great fic, a great ship, and from the sound of it, great, great sex.
10/10 from me, good friend. I'll be tracking you. Keep up the seamless writing.
Aww, that was so adorable!
Commence read.
Well that was nice.
For someone who has Octavia and Vinyl as their OTP, this was completely and utterly adorable! Damn you, Brunnen, for making everything work. Hey, you know what? You know what? I want you to write Gilda/Neon Lights romance. If you can make that work, then heeeeeell, you're Cuteness God.
Never seen this ship before, and I'll really take anything that isn't OctaScratch or whatever you call that crap.
First I was like
Then I was like
2317265 Heh. I have. It's an interesting one. I like the weird Twilight ships. Twilight x Cheerilee is more fun I think but Twilight x Octavia is interesting too.
Anyway, like I said, I've seen this one at least once before. Hope Brunnen doesn't mind me linking to someone else's stories :D
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/68430/sonnets-by-twilight
Updates on an annoyingly sporadic schedule though.
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Octavia the Death Dealer? As long as she wears the suit:
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Thanks! I'm thrilled people are enjoying this.
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Comment made my week. Many thanks!
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I do like OctaScratch, but it's a little overdone. Few writers take the time to throw new or unique twists on the characters, so it gets stale.
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Thanks again! And NeonGilda? Really?!?
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Sonnets by Twilight already got a thumbs up and gold star from me, so it's all good. The other big TwiTavia is Private Gig, which hasn't updated in a few months. Shame, because it was excellent.
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No, that wasn't it. Close, though. The one I remember had Twilight hitting it off with Octavia, date looked wonderful, and she turns around moments later to find Octavia making out with Vinyl after having (very suddenly) patched things up.
2322987 And HILARIOUS. The idea of Octavia being a high class whore was priceless. I suspect it hasn't updated because some rabid Octavia fan hunted the author down and is now wearing him as a hat.
While OctaScratch is pretty much my headcanon, I also love seeing new takes on both Octavia and Vinyl. Adding Twilight to the mix never hurts (because Twi is best pony and makes anything better). Private Gig's version of Octavia (i.e., a high-priced escort) is a lot of fun.
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That would certainly be agreeable.
2322987 If you make it work, I will crown you King Of MLP Cute Stories.
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That was such a delicious take on Octavia, it was irresistible. Loved it! Author says he hasn't abandoned it, and I hope that's true.
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I will never ever ever have time to write it, so here's your TL:DR version: Vinyl and Neon are headlining opposing clubs. Gilda passes herself off as a record company agent and talent scout just to get some hot DJ action with Vinyl and Neon. She's playing them against each other to keep the sweet DJ-on-Griffin love going, and they're playing her against each other to secure what they think is a record deal. Gilda genuinely falls for Neon, and he for her, while Vinyl gives up, is about to concede defeat, then finds new inspiration when an out-of-work Canterlot cellist stops by her club. Having two talented and now very inspired DJs in such close proximity ends up attracting real talent scouts, Neon and Vinyl release a "W1SH VS. P0N-3" DJ battle album that ends up being a huge hit, and everyone goes home happy. Fin.
2323187.... not bad.
2312710 Uhm.... stupid question but.... Who's Neon Light?
2323326 It's not a stupid question. He's just a fellow DJ unicorn, who made one appearance in S2.
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2323353 I see. Must have missed him then cause I can't really remember seeing him anywhere^^; Do you remember which episode he appeared in?
2323362 Nah. Sorry.
2323400 dont be, it's okay^^ Actually gives me a reason to re-watch season 2 again^^ hehe
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Hnnnnng
Oh gosh, I am now 20% more turned on than I was in the first place. At work. During my coffee break.
Thanks for that
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Glad I could help! Octavia has that effect on me, too. I'd love to hear someone who can pull off that accent do a reading of this story. Instant distraction!
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From the MLP wiki, about Neon Lights: "Watches Rainbow Dash stop the out-of-control baby carriage in The Mysterious Mare Do Well. He also appears in Sweet and Elite, Hearth's Warming Eve, The Last Roundup, The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000, A Friend in Deed, It's About Time, A Canterlot Wedding - Part 2, One Bad Apple, Magic Duel, and Magical Mystery Cure. Shares his color scheme and cutie mark with Bruce Mane. His cutie mark is three white stars."
2328720 HE WAS IN THAT MANY EPIS?!
...
Well, now I have an excuse to rewatch all of them.
2328720 ahh I see^^ thank you
Fantastic!
And by genius I mean adorable.
As a normal fanfic: 9/10
As a clopfic: 3/10
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Well, get to it!
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Gracias.
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Thanks! If it were a clopfic, you'd see the Mature tag.
2426337 Oh. Look at the lack of mature tag... I feel like a stupid...
This story is amazing.
I don't see nearly enough Twilight/Octavia pairings out there, and this story was so well done, so vibrant, so cute, so intimate, so sweet, so, so... *is at a loss for words*
Sir, you have my admiration. *bows*
I must say I love the way you told this; Twilight's inner monologue versus Octavia's actual spoken lines towards her. It's nice, blocks out any unnecessary details (though it would be nice and possible to expand on said details), and makes it short, sweet, and to the point.
I'd say a mustache is in order:
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Many thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a real hoot to write!
I am considering writing an expanded version, or maybe a sequel. These two are just too much fun to put down.
Just got around to reading it, having it fav'ed as a 'read later' a while ago... Marvelous is the appropriate word, I believe. Perfect voice-thought clash. Perfect sensory and emotional picture. Put simply - perfect.
Even if Twi(Dash)L(un)estia is invariably bestia, ()'ed parts being optional, this is just too good regardless of the ship.
2470819 Heh. Despite it not being a clopfic, Octavia's cello scene and the just before the end were positively orgasmic.
Great, now I'm jealous of Twilight and Octavia's cello.
Now that is how you do a one-shot. Seriously, maybe it's just me coming off of a mediocre one-shot (of Twiliestia! How do you mess that up?!), but this was absolutely gorgeous. Without even using back-and-forth dialogue, you said more than that other story could hope to. I found myself falling in love with Octavia all over again during the concert scene. This is a work of art, don't you dare change a thing on it. If however, you get the urge to expand on it in a separate story, I greatly encourage you to do so, poste haste.
very nice the change in point of views as it was were from whats happening and the depper workings of Twilights mind really bring this particular story out
Well done mate, brilliant in fact. There needs to be more TwiTavia. Like, a lot more. I enjoyed your writing style with this fic as well. Cheers!