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Photo reblogged from Sparkles in Twilight with 223 notes
Today I walked in the Everfree Forest to visit Zecora and ask her about a medicinal herb, but I took the wrong path and lost my way accidentally. When I realized it, I was already deep in the forest and I found a ghastly abandoned factory. I was afraid at first and walked back to the path.. But -something- made my curiosity grow stronger as I turned away from the old house… I didn’t feel threatened at all, and even if I couldn’t help the feeling that something was watching me, the inside of the factory wasn’t intimidating enough to beat my need of exploring. Strangely enough, the rooms looked like someone had been living here.. A young, and lonely soul, judging by the dolls, the old childish books and the clothes gathered at random… There was even food supplies. I probably only explored a quarter of the whole place, as I let my hooves guide me through the dark rooms, paying much more attention to the details in that treasure of curiosity, than to my own security. I was filled with the strangest impression of somehow being able to understand.. the person who lived here. And it made me less afraid to feel like I already knew her……..
I went down in the basement.. But there, it wasn’t as warm as the first floor. I grew afraid.. and I eventually left when I heard it.
It was breathing.I don’t think I should ever go back there. I just don’t know..
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((Commission for ecmajor, author of sparkesintwilight.))
I was so close to her.
It was almost like one of the many nights i’d spent outside her own windows, watching. Except this time she was in my domain… but fittingly, it was still me doing the watching. Forever hidden.
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It was painful to me - the most painful thing you can imagine - that i couldn’t leap out from the shadows and pour myself over her like a spilled love potion, and at the same time to have her understand.
I felt like if i had done that, she would have run… i don’t think she would have realized that i was was the one who was afraid; that i was just a lonely little pony in the dark and not something more sinister, hungrier, or steeped with ill intent.
I felt as though maybe she would have understood me. I know compared to most ponies she is not as easily subjected to making judgments before collecting facts… such an analyst, my Twilight. Maybe she would have been able to divine the whole complicated situation from the pattern of spiderwebs drifting on the currents of air, if not just her intuition.
I felt something. It was like the connection i’d felt when i first saw her. I knew it was destiny. This time it was Twilight dragged to our shared destiny by a not-so-random error in navigation.
If only i’d known she was coming… i would have left my letter out where she could find it. It would be so much easier for her to understand if she had it spelled out for her by a harmless piece of paper rather than by a bundle of nerves creeping on quiet hooves from out of the shadows to confront her.
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That letter… I was afraid, but now i must get it to her. With luck she’ll understand. Maybe she felt something when we were close, too.
Like ships passing in the night.
-BandAid
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(OOC: omg this is so beautiful <3 …and in case you didn’t figure it out, the image is from BandAid’s perspective - and the text posted with it is Twilight’s. Now i’ve brought it full circle and elabourated on BandAid’s point of view.
…BTW, welcome, new followers! <3 Now that you’re here i hope my sporadic updates are not too far between that you forget this blog exists!
-ECM)
God, I love BandAid.
Source: ask-twilightsparkle