Post by sparkler on Mar 20, 2009 11:42:52 GMT -5
This one starts off kinda sad... aww, poor bebes. Don't worry, it picks up though. ;D Also we get to see that Blade can be a bit evil... >_> Don't worry, he makes up for it.
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Sparkler knew it was going to be a bad day when she dreamed about Glacier.
It had been a pleasant enough dream, she supposed. It had taken place on a boat, for some reason. Not just any boat either, a paddle boat, of all things! She had been on a giant chaise-lounge, minding her own business when she looked over and there he was, overlooking the deck. She was sure it was him, she would’ve known him anywhere. A sage green colored unicorn with pastel rainbow hair. She dashed over to him.
“Hey baby...” she ventured.
He turned around and smiled at her. “Hey darlin’.”
She hugged him tightly, and was surprised by just how real he felt.
“Come back for me?” she asked, hoping that somehow it was true.
He shook his head, “Can’t stay long, kid.”
She was disappointed, but understood. After all, it was a rather tall order.
“I can’t protect you anymore, baby. I tried.”
“I didn’t want you to protect me, I wanted you to stay with me!” she cried.
“Not what I mean, kid. Not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” she demanded.
“Snake eyes.” he warned.
“What?”
“Watch out for snake eyes, babe.” He looked up at the sky, overhead was a dark, raven-shaped cloud. “Gotta go, darlin’.”
“Hey, wai–“ but Glacier had already vanished.
Sparkler woke up in tears. She didn’t know what that dream meant, but at the moment she didn’t care... all it did was serve to remind her that the one guy that she had ever cared anything about wasn’t coming back, ever. It didn’t matter how many months went by, whenever she had dreams like these, the pain was always as fresh as the day it happened.
Speaking of days... today was the 13th... the day of the annual, PiB carnival. Six months ago, it was decided through a drawing of straws that she and Glacier would’ve been working the roulette table.
“Snake eyes... right.” she thought miserably.
She lay in her bed for a few moments, sniffling, after all, she had company now. It wasn’t like the old days in which she could lock herself in her room and scream for a few hours. Well, she could, but the poor guy had been frightened enough when she started speaking with an accent at the pancake house the other day. No doubt screaming and sobbing would have him calling 911.
“Guess I might as well get up.” she muttered miserably. It wasn’t like she could go back to sleep now if she tried. She shuffled down the hall, thankful to find the kitchen void of her new roommate. Maybe he had gone out. Right now all she wanted to curl up on the couch with a bowl of cereal and watch Horseshoe Bend. Silently she wondered if the main girl had ever gotten together with the hot hit-man dude? Oh well, she would watch and find out.
She looked up at the top of the fridge, and realized that the choice was between Cocoa Pebbles, and Rice Krispies. “Cocoa Pebbles are for good days...” she decided, and while Rice Krispies didn’t have to be for good days, she didn’t feel like reaching up to get them. So, instead of cereal this morning, she reached for pop-tarts. As she milled around the kitchen, waiting for the toaster to pop, she tried not to focus on how real that dream had felt. She could feel his arms around her when they had embraced. It was a feeling she missed terribly. If she were going to have a dream, the least fate could do is not make it seem so damn real.
She reached for a fork to fork out her impossibly hot pop-tarts, and reminisced about the days when she could just make them fly onto her plate.
“Damn Spectre...”
She slunk away to the living room, wanting to do nothing but eat her breakfast alone.
“Hey.” said Blade from the couch.
“Great, you’re here.”
Normally she wouldn’t have minded, but he looked so happy, an emotion she envied right now.
“Hey.” she muttered, flopping down on the farthest end of the couch from him.
“Somethin’ I said?”
“No...” she sighed. “Bad dreams.”
Of course that wasn’t the whole truth, but what exactly could she tell him? The dream was, at best, confusing, at worst, troublesome. At first she had thought it had all to do with the carnival, but the more she thought about it, it almost sounded like he was warning her against something. Snake Eyes? What on earth could that actually mean?
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Sparkler resisted the urge to glare at him. “No.” she replied firmly.
“Okay.” Blade instantly backed off, venturing a glance over at her. The dream had obviously bothered her, because she wasn’t eating at all. In fact, she was just staring worriedly off into space.
“Had to be one hell of a dream.” he thought.
Suddenly, she picked up the remote and switched the channel without warning. She must have noticed his indignance because she said, “Sorry, I’ve made it a point not to watch the news on that station anymore.” without looking up.
“Why?”
She gave him an incredulous look, “Were you even listening? Windwhistler anchors there.”
“But she wasn’t on then–“
“I don’t care, that station bugs me! Besides, the only thing they do right is reality TV anyway.” she grumbled.
Blade made a mental note to steer clear of that station.
Sparkler nibbled at her poptart and flipped stations until she found the one playing Horseshoe Bend.
“Finally!”
Blade grimaced, but decided he’d grin and bear it... besides, she already sounded pissed off, and he had heard that getting hit with 10,000 volts was really painful.
“Oh come on.” Sparkler urged the TV, “I don’t care about Lily and Blaze’s cloven-hoofed kid! I want to know if Rose and Thorn got together!”
“Rose is a pink Unicorn, right?”
“Yeah...?”
“Is she the one making out with the red Pegasus?”
Sparkler gasped. “YEAH!”
“Oh yeah, they got together.”
“How do you know?”
“One more thing that happened yesterday while you were gone.”
“AW MAN! I should’ve TiVo’d it... too bad I don’t know how to work it. I should really start reading that manual.”
Silently, Blade breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn’t the only one! Now he wouldn’t be afraid of hitting the ‘record’ button.
“OOH here they are!” she cried, pointing to the TV.
Blade tried to avoid squirming, they had apparently not moved very far from where they were yesterday, canoodling all over the place, or at least as all over the place as they could be, considering they were around docks.
“Awwww...” cooed Sparkler.
Just then, a sinister, dark colored pony appeared around the corner, he was carrying a gun.
“Oh hell no.”
With a loud bang, ‘Thorn’ was on the ground, and Rose was beside him, screaming and sobbing.
Sparkler didn’t need to hear the words to know what was coming.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
She flipped off the TV.
“I thought–“
“I change my mind... I don’t need to know what happens.” she said darkly.
“Are you–“
“No, I’m not okay!” she interrupted. “Don’t ask me that! That’s a stupid question!”
“Sorry.” muttered Blade apologetically.
“No, I’m sorry... it’s not you. Trust me.”
“At the risk of sounding stupid... what is it?”
“Ever had one of those days, when, no matter what you do, everything reminds you that your life is a pile of crap?” she asked.
Blade blinked.
“Didn’t think so.” scoffed the blue Unicorn, winking away.
“Wow, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he snorted, switching the TV back on. Though he couldn’t focus on the storyline for anything now. He was too worried about her. What if something really was wrong? Oh well, it wasn’t like she would respond to the gentle approach, he had tried that.
“And here I thought it was just the meglomaniacal ones that were drama queens! Clearly, I was wrong.” he said loudly, a little too loudly.
With a muffled bang, an angry Unicorn appeared beside him.
“What?!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Did you just compare me to who I think you compared me to?” she growled, eyes practically blazing.
“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the smartest of moves.” he thought fast, trying to cover his tracks. “N-Not really.” he finished lamely. “Two of my sisters are Unicorns, they’re drama queens too!”
“Oh that was NOT how that was supposed to come out!” he thought frantically.
“Are you finished insulting me yet?” snorted Sparkler, tapping her hoof impatiently.
“Okay, I didn’t actually mean it like that.” he backpedaled.
“Oh, so you think calling someone a drama queen is a compliment?! It’s not, trust me! Besides, I don’t think grieving over someone constitutes drama queen!”
So that’s what was bothering her.
Now he felt like a gigantic ass.
“Open mouth... insert hoof.” he sighed.
“Whatever.” grumbled Sparkler, preparing to wink out again.
“Hey,” he caught her arm. “I really am sorry.”
“Whatever! You didn’t know!” the more she tried to act like it wasn’t bothering her, the more it came through in her voice. Oh how she hated her emotions right now.
“Yeah well, I didn’t have to be a jackass about it.” he apologized. “Look, let me make it up to you.”
She was taken aback by how sincere he seemed.
“Yeah right.” she muttered.
“No, seriously!” he pleaded. “Come on, I didn’t mean that, I...” he trailed off, looking up at her unsurely.
Okay, well, she had to give him points for being sweet about it... in the end.
“You want to make it up to me?”
“Yeah...”
She led him into the kitchen, and pointed to a flyer for the carnival on the refrigerator.
“See that?”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to it. Let’s see who’s workin’ the roulette table.”
Blade was completely puzzled, but complied. What other choice did he have?
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I know this installment was short but this story is long, so bear with me! @_@ Hope ya enjoy!
-§parky
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Sparkler knew it was going to be a bad day when she dreamed about Glacier.
It had been a pleasant enough dream, she supposed. It had taken place on a boat, for some reason. Not just any boat either, a paddle boat, of all things! She had been on a giant chaise-lounge, minding her own business when she looked over and there he was, overlooking the deck. She was sure it was him, she would’ve known him anywhere. A sage green colored unicorn with pastel rainbow hair. She dashed over to him.
“Hey baby...” she ventured.
He turned around and smiled at her. “Hey darlin’.”
She hugged him tightly, and was surprised by just how real he felt.
“Come back for me?” she asked, hoping that somehow it was true.
He shook his head, “Can’t stay long, kid.”
She was disappointed, but understood. After all, it was a rather tall order.
“I can’t protect you anymore, baby. I tried.”
“I didn’t want you to protect me, I wanted you to stay with me!” she cried.
“Not what I mean, kid. Not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” she demanded.
“Snake eyes.” he warned.
“What?”
“Watch out for snake eyes, babe.” He looked up at the sky, overhead was a dark, raven-shaped cloud. “Gotta go, darlin’.”
“Hey, wai–“ but Glacier had already vanished.
Sparkler woke up in tears. She didn’t know what that dream meant, but at the moment she didn’t care... all it did was serve to remind her that the one guy that she had ever cared anything about wasn’t coming back, ever. It didn’t matter how many months went by, whenever she had dreams like these, the pain was always as fresh as the day it happened.
Speaking of days... today was the 13th... the day of the annual, PiB carnival. Six months ago, it was decided through a drawing of straws that she and Glacier would’ve been working the roulette table.
“Snake eyes... right.” she thought miserably.
She lay in her bed for a few moments, sniffling, after all, she had company now. It wasn’t like the old days in which she could lock herself in her room and scream for a few hours. Well, she could, but the poor guy had been frightened enough when she started speaking with an accent at the pancake house the other day. No doubt screaming and sobbing would have him calling 911.
“Guess I might as well get up.” she muttered miserably. It wasn’t like she could go back to sleep now if she tried. She shuffled down the hall, thankful to find the kitchen void of her new roommate. Maybe he had gone out. Right now all she wanted to curl up on the couch with a bowl of cereal and watch Horseshoe Bend. Silently she wondered if the main girl had ever gotten together with the hot hit-man dude? Oh well, she would watch and find out.
She looked up at the top of the fridge, and realized that the choice was between Cocoa Pebbles, and Rice Krispies. “Cocoa Pebbles are for good days...” she decided, and while Rice Krispies didn’t have to be for good days, she didn’t feel like reaching up to get them. So, instead of cereal this morning, she reached for pop-tarts. As she milled around the kitchen, waiting for the toaster to pop, she tried not to focus on how real that dream had felt. She could feel his arms around her when they had embraced. It was a feeling she missed terribly. If she were going to have a dream, the least fate could do is not make it seem so damn real.
She reached for a fork to fork out her impossibly hot pop-tarts, and reminisced about the days when she could just make them fly onto her plate.
“Damn Spectre...”
She slunk away to the living room, wanting to do nothing but eat her breakfast alone.
“Hey.” said Blade from the couch.
“Great, you’re here.”
Normally she wouldn’t have minded, but he looked so happy, an emotion she envied right now.
“Hey.” she muttered, flopping down on the farthest end of the couch from him.
“Somethin’ I said?”
“No...” she sighed. “Bad dreams.”
Of course that wasn’t the whole truth, but what exactly could she tell him? The dream was, at best, confusing, at worst, troublesome. At first she had thought it had all to do with the carnival, but the more she thought about it, it almost sounded like he was warning her against something. Snake Eyes? What on earth could that actually mean?
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Sparkler resisted the urge to glare at him. “No.” she replied firmly.
“Okay.” Blade instantly backed off, venturing a glance over at her. The dream had obviously bothered her, because she wasn’t eating at all. In fact, she was just staring worriedly off into space.
“Had to be one hell of a dream.” he thought.
Suddenly, she picked up the remote and switched the channel without warning. She must have noticed his indignance because she said, “Sorry, I’ve made it a point not to watch the news on that station anymore.” without looking up.
“Why?”
She gave him an incredulous look, “Were you even listening? Windwhistler anchors there.”
“But she wasn’t on then–“
“I don’t care, that station bugs me! Besides, the only thing they do right is reality TV anyway.” she grumbled.
Blade made a mental note to steer clear of that station.
Sparkler nibbled at her poptart and flipped stations until she found the one playing Horseshoe Bend.
“Finally!”
Blade grimaced, but decided he’d grin and bear it... besides, she already sounded pissed off, and he had heard that getting hit with 10,000 volts was really painful.
“Oh come on.” Sparkler urged the TV, “I don’t care about Lily and Blaze’s cloven-hoofed kid! I want to know if Rose and Thorn got together!”
“Rose is a pink Unicorn, right?”
“Yeah...?”
“Is she the one making out with the red Pegasus?”
Sparkler gasped. “YEAH!”
“Oh yeah, they got together.”
“How do you know?”
“One more thing that happened yesterday while you were gone.”
“AW MAN! I should’ve TiVo’d it... too bad I don’t know how to work it. I should really start reading that manual.”
Silently, Blade breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn’t the only one! Now he wouldn’t be afraid of hitting the ‘record’ button.
“OOH here they are!” she cried, pointing to the TV.
Blade tried to avoid squirming, they had apparently not moved very far from where they were yesterday, canoodling all over the place, or at least as all over the place as they could be, considering they were around docks.
“Awwww...” cooed Sparkler.
Just then, a sinister, dark colored pony appeared around the corner, he was carrying a gun.
“Oh hell no.”
With a loud bang, ‘Thorn’ was on the ground, and Rose was beside him, screaming and sobbing.
Sparkler didn’t need to hear the words to know what was coming.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
She flipped off the TV.
“I thought–“
“I change my mind... I don’t need to know what happens.” she said darkly.
“Are you–“
“No, I’m not okay!” she interrupted. “Don’t ask me that! That’s a stupid question!”
“Sorry.” muttered Blade apologetically.
“No, I’m sorry... it’s not you. Trust me.”
“At the risk of sounding stupid... what is it?”
“Ever had one of those days, when, no matter what you do, everything reminds you that your life is a pile of crap?” she asked.
Blade blinked.
“Didn’t think so.” scoffed the blue Unicorn, winking away.
“Wow, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he snorted, switching the TV back on. Though he couldn’t focus on the storyline for anything now. He was too worried about her. What if something really was wrong? Oh well, it wasn’t like she would respond to the gentle approach, he had tried that.
“And here I thought it was just the meglomaniacal ones that were drama queens! Clearly, I was wrong.” he said loudly, a little too loudly.
With a muffled bang, an angry Unicorn appeared beside him.
“What?!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Did you just compare me to who I think you compared me to?” she growled, eyes practically blazing.
“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the smartest of moves.” he thought fast, trying to cover his tracks. “N-Not really.” he finished lamely. “Two of my sisters are Unicorns, they’re drama queens too!”
“Oh that was NOT how that was supposed to come out!” he thought frantically.
“Are you finished insulting me yet?” snorted Sparkler, tapping her hoof impatiently.
“Okay, I didn’t actually mean it like that.” he backpedaled.
“Oh, so you think calling someone a drama queen is a compliment?! It’s not, trust me! Besides, I don’t think grieving over someone constitutes drama queen!”
So that’s what was bothering her.
Now he felt like a gigantic ass.
“Open mouth... insert hoof.” he sighed.
“Whatever.” grumbled Sparkler, preparing to wink out again.
“Hey,” he caught her arm. “I really am sorry.”
“Whatever! You didn’t know!” the more she tried to act like it wasn’t bothering her, the more it came through in her voice. Oh how she hated her emotions right now.
“Yeah well, I didn’t have to be a jackass about it.” he apologized. “Look, let me make it up to you.”
She was taken aback by how sincere he seemed.
“Yeah right.” she muttered.
“No, seriously!” he pleaded. “Come on, I didn’t mean that, I...” he trailed off, looking up at her unsurely.
Okay, well, she had to give him points for being sweet about it... in the end.
“You want to make it up to me?”
“Yeah...”
She led him into the kitchen, and pointed to a flyer for the carnival on the refrigerator.
“See that?”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to it. Let’s see who’s workin’ the roulette table.”
Blade was completely puzzled, but complied. What other choice did he have?
~*~*~*~
I know this installment was short but this story is long, so bear with me! @_@ Hope ya enjoy!
-§parky