07-21-2016, 04:19 AM
Oasis
"Nightmare," my voice broke the silence that hung in the air, it was so unexpected from me I about startled myself. Crickets chirped away outside and the fan's blades spun endlessly above us, the faint light casting odd shadows along the dark walls. She was not asleep, neither of us were at the moment. I did much feel like sleeping for whatever reason, my mind was urging me to keep speaking. I could tell the night's events had frustrated and probably even worried her.
"Yes, Michael?" Nightmare Rarity replied, an eyebrow raising, rising up in anticipation.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
Her brow arched up further at my seemingly out of context question, but she knew me well enough to know I rarely asked meaningless questions. I wanted to reach out to her, to feel her beautiful black fur on my hands, to touch her silky mane with my fingertips but held myself back. Somehow it didn't feel right at this moment so my hands remained clasped together on my stomach awkwardly.
"I think your many things, but evil is not one of them. I think of you as ever changing as the night I create, as well as constant as it." She said in an earnest tone, sapphire eyes never looking away from me, or blinking. As I looked into them I had the sensation, not of falling, but rather I wanted to be utterly enveloped by and with her. To soar upwards eternally in a world magnificent darkness and wonder with her. She touched my hands with a hoof, a free hand instinctively grabbing a hold. "I'll confess sometimes I do become frustrated when you do not what is wrong, especially when it gets this bad."
I wanted to wince but I did not. "It just gets...so overwhelming."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," she leaned in slightly, maybe unsure if now was the right time but I closed the distance for her, our lips met in a brief, soft kiss that made my body shiver in needed ecstasy.
"Today I was reminded how...expendable I am. How the world sees me."
Nightmare Rarity blinked at my confession once, an ear twitched in thought. "You're not expendable, not to me. You never will be," she smiled lightly, playfully prodding me, "and since when you do you give a damn what the world thinks?"
I couldn't help but laugh, even if it was only a brief one. Nightmare Rarity paused for a moment before quietly opting to shift her position on top of me, I welcomed her with my arms, my hands feeling her shoulders and meet my arms across her back. My vision became consumed by her. Her black fur, her flowing purple, white streaked sparkling mane, her gleaming eyes. My precious sapphires.
"Michael, think of me...think of us, as an oasis. A sanctuary."
I spoke after her, like the words were always there and were just waiting for me to pull them into our plain of existence. "Remember the world doesn't matter in the long run, they do not decide my life or my value."
She beamed down at me now, head coming closer to mine. "Now there's the Michael I know," she kissed me again, much more passionately this time and I returned with just as much. My arms around her, fingers caressing the mane I adored so very much. Life became clear again, the monster in my head returned to its cage, where it belonged and my heart pumping joy through my veins. I cupped her face with both my hands and looked her in the eyes as she pulled back from the kiss.
"My soulmate."
She stroked the back of my right hand with a hoof, running down the length of my forearm.
"You haven't called me that before," Nightmare said with a smile.
"I thought it went without saying, but it needed to be said now. I should have said it a long time ago."
"Always the poet, my poet," when she kissed me again we both without care in this world. With her I was free, always free.
No matter what I faced, she was with me, to remind me of the true, purest joy that was in my existence now. How it was meant to be.
"Nightmare," my voice broke the silence that hung in the air, it was so unexpected from me I about startled myself. Crickets chirped away outside and the fan's blades spun endlessly above us, the faint light casting odd shadows along the dark walls. She was not asleep, neither of us were at the moment. I did much feel like sleeping for whatever reason, my mind was urging me to keep speaking. I could tell the night's events had frustrated and probably even worried her.
"Yes, Michael?" Nightmare Rarity replied, an eyebrow raising, rising up in anticipation.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
Her brow arched up further at my seemingly out of context question, but she knew me well enough to know I rarely asked meaningless questions. I wanted to reach out to her, to feel her beautiful black fur on my hands, to touch her silky mane with my fingertips but held myself back. Somehow it didn't feel right at this moment so my hands remained clasped together on my stomach awkwardly.
"I think your many things, but evil is not one of them. I think of you as ever changing as the night I create, as well as constant as it." She said in an earnest tone, sapphire eyes never looking away from me, or blinking. As I looked into them I had the sensation, not of falling, but rather I wanted to be utterly enveloped by and with her. To soar upwards eternally in a world magnificent darkness and wonder with her. She touched my hands with a hoof, a free hand instinctively grabbing a hold. "I'll confess sometimes I do become frustrated when you do not what is wrong, especially when it gets this bad."
I wanted to wince but I did not. "It just gets...so overwhelming."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," she leaned in slightly, maybe unsure if now was the right time but I closed the distance for her, our lips met in a brief, soft kiss that made my body shiver in needed ecstasy.
"Today I was reminded how...expendable I am. How the world sees me."
Nightmare Rarity blinked at my confession once, an ear twitched in thought. "You're not expendable, not to me. You never will be," she smiled lightly, playfully prodding me, "and since when you do you give a damn what the world thinks?"
I couldn't help but laugh, even if it was only a brief one. Nightmare Rarity paused for a moment before quietly opting to shift her position on top of me, I welcomed her with my arms, my hands feeling her shoulders and meet my arms across her back. My vision became consumed by her. Her black fur, her flowing purple, white streaked sparkling mane, her gleaming eyes. My precious sapphires.
"Michael, think of me...think of us, as an oasis. A sanctuary."
I spoke after her, like the words were always there and were just waiting for me to pull them into our plain of existence. "Remember the world doesn't matter in the long run, they do not decide my life or my value."
She beamed down at me now, head coming closer to mine. "Now there's the Michael I know," she kissed me again, much more passionately this time and I returned with just as much. My arms around her, fingers caressing the mane I adored so very much. Life became clear again, the monster in my head returned to its cage, where it belonged and my heart pumping joy through my veins. I cupped her face with both my hands and looked her in the eyes as she pulled back from the kiss.
"My soulmate."
She stroked the back of my right hand with a hoof, running down the length of my forearm.
"You haven't called me that before," Nightmare said with a smile.
"I thought it went without saying, but it needed to be said now. I should have said it a long time ago."
"Always the poet, my poet," when she kissed me again we both without care in this world. With her I was free, always free.
No matter what I faced, she was with me, to remind me of the true, purest joy that was in my existence now. How it was meant to be.