A Long Night
all the townsfolk, they are fast asleep
My own room in the library gets lonely, so I imagine her there next to me. It just makes my heart hurt more.
I toss in bed, my clenched claw slamming onto the pillow next to me. My brain was a beehive, and every denizen was a thought about her. I tell them to stop buzzing. They never do; tonight is no different.
My eyes go out the window. Some nights I think I should run to her. Bang on the door of the boutique until she answers. Her mane would be ruffled, and she would be angry, or panicked.
She would ask me why, and I would walk away. All I wanted was to see her. That always seemed to make the bees go away.
The scene was one of the many that my head conjured every night. Unique little methods of torture. Hope, but never fulfillment. Instead, I just look through the window up at the moon. The moon was pretty, but not my favorite shade of white.
It was going to be a long night.
chasing memories or just counting sheep
She's warm. Warmer than I expected her to be. She says to look at the fireflies, but I can't. My eyes are obsessed. She shivers. I drape my wing over her. The fireflies come, but I've seen them before.
Her blue eyes shine in the moonlight. Finally she turns to me. Her cheeks perk over the bottom of her eyes.
I kiss her. Her eyes go wider than they did when she saw the fire ruby. Her face goes redder than it.
She was just opening her mouth to thank me. Now it's my turn to go red. A hoof lands on my cheek, and I turn to her, despite the shouts inside telling me to look away.
Her lips are on mine, and her eyes are closed. Her heart pounds against her chest. Mine tries to meet it.
We walk
It was going to be a long night.
though she'll never get to dream
who needs all that forgetting
She glows in the moonlight. Her face is on mine. I can't help myself; her spine is a mountain range, and my claws explore every nook and cranny. The hills stop, and she shivers, her eyes locked on mine. Her face is flushed when we kiss. I wonder if it's unladylike to try to hide moans, or to even moan at all.
Her hooves press into my back. I push my face into hers. 'More' my mind screams. I pull her against me, and finally she calls out my name unrestricted.
Hot and heavy, her breaths lead me onward. Her neck tastes like vanilla, peppermint, and needy perspiration. I can't get enough. She's shaking.
She whispers something in my ear, her hoof landing on my cheek. She says she's sure.
Her hips are the tide, and she is my moon. They roll into shore tentative, slowly. The speed only makes the shoreline more therapeutic beneath my toes. The moon whispers her affections in my ear. Faster, the tide builds.
"I love you." I fear she'll gasp and walk away. Instead, her lips find mine again. Her response is archaic, and instinctual, but understood in more vivid signals than words could ever provide.
I lose myself in her eyes, deep and enchanting; they are pools lost forever to ponykind, and I have only begun to wade. My body and soul are alight together, and only her breaths down my neck anchor me to reality.
Finally, the dance of love reaches it's apex. My body aches. I clench my claws, and exhale for what seems like the first time all night.
She lies there, atop me, and we walk down the stairs from cloud nine hand in hand.
I don't dare look away, lest I fitfully turn and wake up, finding myself with only the moon to accompany me.
Not this time. I feel her atop me. I feel her warmth radiate into me. Most of all, her eyes pour her soul into mine. The dance has ended, and yet the spirit has only just begun.
"I couldn't think of loving anyone else."
A tear washes down her cheek, and into my scales, but she's smiling.
The words are a close second. The closest anything has ever come.
these eyes these eyes
so heavy heavy heavy
Her chest rises and falls slowly, and I watch it faithfully. My eyes are obsessed. I can't close them.
It was going to be a long night.
there's a tapestry of stars
look how thankless they are
I'm too big to be here, but I make the trip every day.
The stone taunts me. I wish I could reach out and touch it. I wish I could drape myself over it.
all the townsfolk, they say rise and shine
I will never again tell her I love her. I will never hear her panicked laugh as I take off. I will never again get to show her the beautiful mountains and waterfalls. I will never again hold her against me. I will never again watch her fall asleep. I will never again hear her call out my name in the throes of passion. I will never again find her asleep in front of her sewing machine. I will never again carry her back to bed. I will never again feel her eyes shine into mine. I will never again lose sleep just to watch her.
chasing daylight or just killing time
A tear washes down my cheek, and into the ground, but I'm smiling.
"I couldn't think of loving anyone else."
I put the flowers down. Vanilla wrapped in peppermint. A purple wing drapes over my shoulders as the sun sets across the valley.
Is it secret? I don't think so. Am I selfish? I don't think so.
It was going to be a long night.
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a very nice, sad story... that's all I can really say
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oh jeez...
I didn't want to make it that sad! Only... punctuate that sometimes sadness is just as important to feel as love or desire. I don't usually write sad!
But I am very glad to hear that you felt something from this. That's all I really wanted; I want people to remember they can feel things.
2311872 It's okay......they are happy tears.
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To offset the feels I am going back to wiping out Changelings.
2311880 Count me in.
2312149 Well, it's more of a mop up operation now, as I have taken care of Chrysalis and her hive... somehow I don't think she can survive a nuke going off in her face.....so yeah, it's just the remnants that don't want peace being removed.
It's so sad, but I love it.
No actual tears from me, but it still touched my feels.
Poor Spike and his inevitable lament of outliving the cast (aside from the princesses)
sad but beautiful
Just a tad raunchy, but still a greatly romantic piece of art. 4.5 out of 5.
That was beautiful.
But I didn't understand if it was, in order of least sad to most sad:
* Teenage Spike's fantasy
* Spike remembering a charged memory with Rarity, and he's not able to see her anymore.
* Or, this is decades after her death, and an old Spike remembers either an old fantasy or an actual occurrence.
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Thanks you guys. I'm really glad that you liked it all. It is a bit raunchy, but I think intimate sex can be a great device to show real feeling.
I don't write sad things usually, so I am glad that I could deliver on that front in some small way.
Sir, a Feels Missile will impact in! 3...! 2...! 1...! impact. Feels overflow.
T_T but still
2317562 sir, the extreme feeliation from the feels missile has gone so critical it has infected the entire world, feels are spreading all across the globe.
This was beautifully done. You are one of the very few out there with a gift of expressing emotion so well.
Hmmm... Your meant to interpret this in different ways aren't you? Vague, so its open.
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You can. The intent of this story is to just give something to those who read it. Whatever that is for you, that's good for me to hear.
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I thought as much.
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I like this and I can see this being the memory of a much older Spike visiting Rarity's grave with Twilight, he takes the time to think back on their life together and even X years after he still carries her memory close. It's beautiful and I can honestly say I cried a bit. No one should ever have to live with the pain of separation for so long, and Spike, depending on who you talk to, has hundreds of years to live and remember that painfully brief if completely fulfilling relationship with the mare he loved.
That was beautifully sad.
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You are a poet and an artist...and writer of a fic that damn near made me cry at the end...damn fine job
Damn...
It's always nice to read something with strong storytelling elements, maybe something along the lines of an adventure. Even if the grammar is off or the mechanics just seem fuzzy, good storytelling can override it for the most part.
It's also nice to read something that can teach a lesson, point an allusion to something else or can be served as an aid to understand something else, like something that has an allegorical theme.
But this? This is none of those things.
It's poetry. It's good no matter which way you look at it, because that's the beauty in this; it has the vague ambiguity that can elicit emotions of all kinds. And even to a guy like me who doesn't generally read stories on this site with the "sex" tag, the poetry works flawlessly.
Nicely done, Idylia.
I...
Uh...
What?
I has a sudden sad now!
But in all honesty, I thought it was brilliant and touching. The ending took my by surprise, but also kinda not really.
Very nice. Left me wanting more, which is always a good sign.
Beautiful.
Very nicely written.
that was beautiful
My friend there are no words to describe how beautiful that was, this is wonderful you convey Spikes feelings for Rarity.
This is an incredible piece of writing. While it didn't make me cry you definitely hit me in the "feels". Kudos.
What a beautiful piece of prose. I love how you make the world flow through time with that effortless inverse rhythm; as the soft, soothing lyrics come closer together, the eventful and expository years grow farther apart. The story is a parabolic hill, from hope up to ecstasy and all the way down to borderline depression. Truly, an artful bit of literature.
I was going to ask where the poetry came from, having not listened to "40 Winks" all the way through in some time, but your note at the end cleared that up. I must point out that while I almost never cry, and in fact find it difficult, this story is one of a humble few to have dampened my eyelids. Thank you for writing.
absolutely lovely
A sparrow sheds a single tear, A final flight, A memory of flights before, A smile.
Warm fuzzy with a splash of sad,
Excellent story. Poetic in a way.
Dear Celestia, why didnt I comment on this before? I forgot that this was also the first Story I loved that was a Sparity.
I remember, I read this before I made an account... Once of my first liked stories!
How did i forget this?
Wow so you are also the one that made me want to make an account and read more stories... well surprise, surprise.
I should thank you as well for that. 
So, now to this amazing little story here. All I can say is it definitely captivated me. It pulled me in with every sentence and I couldn't even seem to care that it was a Sparity. The ending really did pull out a few tears and a smile out of me.
All in all, I can say that this is definitely a great one shot and I couldn't be happier that I found it again.
10 out of 10 for Romance
I very much hope to read more of your wonderful romance stories regardless of the ship involved.
10 out of 10 for Sad
10 out of 10 for grammar
10 out of 10 for overall story
I don't usually give perfect scores like these but your stories definitely deserve them. I will also like and fav this so I may never forget again. Lastly, because of this, I will also present you with a follow.
That... was pretty amazing. I definitely liked how the story was written. So poetic and amazing!
It has certainly left me speechless and amazed by how you wrote it. Excellent job Idylia, simply extravagant. (Did not mean to get so wordy there, but I was simply taken aback by the way it was worded, so much better than I could get.) 
this was beautiful
(ok next story lets see this next story try to top that )
I was
until the mention of the stone. Then it was 
and 
until the end. Well done, you nearly got a tear.
I wrote a review of this story; it can be found here.
You can has review!