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It shouldn’t have been this cold. Spring had just started, for pony’s sake. Despite the season, a rather cool breeze began to sway through Ponyville just as the stars and moon began to peer out. This was the time of evening most ponies were settling down— but two certain ponies strolled about in the dusk.
It was just what they did, their plan, their little time they had together.
Well, that wasn’t to say they were never together, they always were…
...this just felt special.
“It’s been such a long time since we went on an evening stroll,” Starlight said, ending her statement with a content sigh.
Trixie smiled, giving a curt nod. “It has,” she agreed.
The moonglow was soft, just beginning to fully burst across the velvet navy sky. Both ponies strolled in the gentle lighting, trying to be discreet for no reason as they brushed against each other and occasionally held hooves or intertwined tails.
Their walk was aimless, with no certain path or point to reach, yet in a town so small, it wasn’t exactly hard to reach the edge of town.
There they stood, just enjoying the togetherness, the simplistic serendipity of the moment…
Rather, one of them was doing so. The other, not so much. Yet they were playing the part rather well. After all, it was what she did for a living—
Trixie caught the soft spring breeze, but she noticed her marefriend shiver a little.
Once they reached the top of the hill they had been walking up, she beckoned Starlight to sit down with her. Not even a moment passed, they weren’t even given a second to marvel at the beauty of a gentle spring evening, before Trixie spoke up.
“You are going to take my cape, Starlight,” she pressed, shedding the magician getup she had left on after a late show.
Starlight frowned. “Trixie, keep it on,” she urged. “I’m not cold—” She let out a light oof of protest when the satin cape was draped around her shoulders. “Fine,”
However, as a contrast to her mock frustration, she smiled and nuzzled her marefriend.
Trixie tried to not let her smile shake at the affection. Instead of focusing on the very lovely mare beside her, she turned her attention to the stars. “Orion is looking awfully bright tonight!” She mentally winced at how loud, how sudden her words were.
It didn’t seem to faze Starlight. She nodded. “So is Pisces,” she murmured.
“As is Leo,” Trixie blurted out.
Oops.
Starlight squinted. “I don’t see it anywhere,” she piped up.
“It’s near the horizon,” Trixie said, waving a hoof. “Hard to see, honestly. Princess Luna must still be busy with the stars or something,”
A soft “huh” escaped Starlight and she managed a small nod. “It’ll probably show up soon,” she mused.
Trixie hummed, gently nuzzling the other mare; who easily returned the affection. Starlight sighed, sneaking in a little closer for them to hold hooves. They both smiled, so close and so innocently intimate.
“This is nice,” Starlight murmured.
“Ah, yes! It is,” Trixie wanted to smash her face into the nearest tree at this rate. Her face was feeling warm, oh, of course she had to be blushing. As if this whole thing wasn’t already awkward enough. Like she wasn’t… who she was.
Gah. Sometimes Trixie wanted to kick herself. But not tonight. Not now, not when she had the most extravagant, most beautiful and kindest mare beside her, oh-no. She’d just lament her awkwardness later.
“Hey,”
Starlight’s soft voice caused Trixie to nearly jump, and she gave a shaky smile.
“Are you alright?” Starlight mused. “If you’re tired, we can head back home,”
“On the contrary, Trixie is not tired,”
She really had to quit that third person thing, it was unbecoming and tacky outside of her shows… Really, it was a tic these days.
“But,” Trixie paused, biting her lower lip. “I would like to ask you something, Starlight.”
There was a pause, before Starlight rolled her eyes. “For the last time, we are not asking Twilight to put a stain glass window of us in her castle—”
“What? No,” Trixie scoffed. Darn it, she was going to try that again in a few weeks. But onto the actual matter at hoof... “I’ve given up on that one. I have something else to say. Something rather serious, if I do say so myself,”
She had that smile on— the one she swore was confidence— and Starlight raised her eyebrow.
“I’m listening,”
Oh.
Okay.
Buck up, Lulamoon. You’re no coward.
Trixie smiled, clutching Starlight’s hoof, never feeling more confident than she had ever felt before. Or perhaps false confidence felt real enough to write off as legitimate. It certainly seemed that way, anyway…
“Starlight Glimmer, you mean very much to Trixie—”
Starlight blushed. “You mean a lot to me too, Trix—”
She was silenced by her marefriend’s hoof on her mouth.
“Shush,” Trixie declared. “I mean, thank you for that, but please just let me have this,”
She took Starlight’s other hoof, holding them both and placing a kiss on the top of them. Sweet, gentle, but forward. The egotistical part of Trixie thought that was exactly everything she was …. well, it was who she aspired to be. Close enough, she figured.
Wait, how did her speech go again?
All those hours saying in front of the mirror, wasted.
She bit back a scowl, and feigned a bold smile. Improv was one of her best talents, anyway.
“Starlight Glimmer, you are my dearest friend, my sun, moon and stars when they refuse to shine, and overall,” Trixie wasn’t stammering, was she? Of course not. She was Trixie, after all. She would never— “I, uh,” She cleared her throat. “I believe you are the best pony I have ever met in all of my travels. So I would be honored if you let me take your hoof in marriage,”
There was a pause, before Starlight smiled and gently pecked Trixie on the lips. “Okay,” she murmured.
Trixie smiled back for only a few seconds, before wrenching away. “That’s it? ‘Okay’? Trixie poured her heart and soul out— I sold my carriage’s wheels for the ring, Starlight!” She pouted a little, beginning to feign hurt before actually feeling it. “Do you not want to marry me?”
“No, no, no, Trixie,” Starlight suddenly became flustered. “Trixie, I didn’t mean— I just,” She waved a hoof, confused and exasperated. “What did you expect?”
“To be showered in kisses is a start,” Trixie grumbled. “I thought you would be honored to marry Trixie.”
“I am,” Starlight declared. “But we’re basically already married. For pony’s sake, we’ve lived together for the past five years. That’s almost the entirety of our entire relationship, I feel so loved with you and you’re actually yourself around me, I — I didn’t think marriage was your thing!” She accentuated with her final statement with a huff, then shook her head. “If I had known…”
She trailed off, then silenced herself. She paused, before leaning in to kiss Trixie— who halted her by pressing a hoof to the other unicorn’s lips.
“If you had known?” Trixie challenged.
Starlight stopped, beginning to blush. “Well,” she sighed. “I probably… would have proposed a while ago,”
Trixie’s eyes went wide. “You would have?” she said sheepishly.
“Yes, you dork,” Starlight whispered, continuing to push forward, lean in until they were practically embracing. “I love you.”
A slight squeak of surprise escaped Trixie, just like every other time the sentiment was directed towards her. “I love you too,” she stammered out. Ego be damned. “But I — I suppose you already knew that,”
Starlight nodded. “Yes, yes, I did,” she mused. “In fact,” She trilled the words, ending them with a soft laugh.
Trixie furrowed her brow, glancing at her marefriend quizzically. “What?”
“Beatrix Lulamoon—”
“A-hem,”
Starlight smirked. “You are the most stubborn, loudest, goofiest and kindest pony I have ever met,” she said. “And I love you for it. I love it when you glare at me when I’m right— just like you’re doing now— and I love it when you’re laughing because you snort and it’s adorable,” Her grin melted as Trixie began to blush a very, very vibrant shade of crimson. “And I especially love it when you’re eating ice cream at two in the morning or you beg for us to get a pet and when you randomly quote Shakespony, along with every other silly quirk you’ve got,”
Her voice went soft.
They both had tears of joy in their eyes. Their hooves were shaking as they held them, but it was fine. It was more than fine, actually, it was beautiful and wonderful—
“And, um, of course—” Starlight coughed out a laugh. “I — I first loved you when—”
“When you understood me,”
The statement was said in unison. It was what caused them to break into a fit of giggles, both of them clumsily leaning in to kiss. Their lips smashed, horns briefly clicked against each other, and soon enough, they found themselves falling back onto the grass.
Trixie’s laugh was not unlike what Starlight had described; loud, full of snorting and giggles, and awkwardly adorable. She fumbled, reaching over for her hat and tipping it over carelessly. A small black box fell into Starlight’s lap and she continued to laugh, smiling like the lovestruck fool she was. Continuing to be dazed and confused in the best way possible, Trixie was a bit clumsy with opening the box before she slid the silver ring onto Starlight’s horn.
They slowly tangled themselves back together, Trixie’s chin lying just above Starlight’s horn as they lay in the grass, moonbeams being their spotlight on this sweet, unforgettable evening.
“...did you really sell the wheels on your carriage?”
“Yes. Trixie is going on a hiatus to be with her new wife,”
Starlight flushed at the statement. “I’ll get you some new ones as a honeymoon present,” she murmured.
Trixie opened her mouth to protest, but then rolled her eyes. “It’s appreciated,” she mumbled. “Oh, and you should be grateful I didn’t break out the fireworks,”
“The what,” Starlight deadpanned, glancing up at— well, her new fiancee.
Soon to be wife.
Those words seemed more magical than any spell she could conjure up.
“I may or may not have originally planned to spell out the question in the sky, but the Mayor denied my request for a permit,” Trixie sighed. “Something about safety hazards and whatnot. Alas,” She shrugged, and kissing right below the fellow unicorn’s horn.
Starlight rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked.
Trixie gave a sly grin, gently pulling Starlight closer. “Well, that’s a very, very long list, my dear,”
There was a breathless laugh. “I love you, you goof.”
Then, a chortle. “The feeling is mutua—”
To end off the playful banter, a soft smack! was heard, followed by Trixie yelping.
“But not that much,” Starlight teased. “Maybe if you walk me home,”
Trixie levitated her hat up, plopping it onto Starlight’s head and softly tsk’ing. “Always such a hassle with you,” she teased.
It was far too late by now, but some of the ponies in Ponyville were alarmed by a pair of blissful lovers briskly walking through the town, laughing and smiling and kissing until they reached the grand castle to continue writing their grand love story.