06-05-2015, 04:37 AM
I awoke in the familiar, safe setting of my bedroom. Fan spinning nonstop overhead, the blue walls, my eyes adjusting to the fact the lamp beside my bed was still on. Rather than under the covers of my warm bed I was lying on top of them. Feeling a bit of a chill I shifted over to my left, coming face to face with Nightmare Rarity, soundly asleep. It was then I registered a lovely foreleg draped over body, one of her backlegs over my own. She was without her royal attire, and her mane looked a bit disheveled, but still just as flowing and gorgeous as ever. At my movement her eyes slowly opened, immediately shifting to me.
"Awake at last I see," she sat up as I did, her sapphire eyes peering at me with concern. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, for some reason," it was true, my body felt tender like I been beaten up, "how long have I been out?"
"About ten hours."
I blinked in surprise, running a hand through my obviously messy hair, groaning slightly in humiliation and regret over the past few nights. I remembered Nightmare had even used a bit of magic to ease me to sleep, probably why I'd been unconscious for so long. I hung my head low, avoiding eye contact in my shame and emotional soreness. I always hated the aftermath of my meltdowns too. The awkwardness of someone seeing me at my worst, most desperate, and most vulnerable. Especially when it's the woman I love.
"Nightmare...I'm so sorry...," I choked out, hoping I wouldn't cry again.
"You needn't apologize. I know you can't entirely help it."
I still choked back a sob, or a hiccup, or whatever it was that lingered in my throat and dropped to my chest like it wanted to explode.
"Look at me," she murmured quietly, a hoof finding its way to my chin and gently turning my visage towards her own. Her mane glinted as it always did, resembling the night sky itself. Her regal horn gently glowed a delicate blue as she levitated my glasses back onto my face. I was fairly certain my eyes were still a bit red from all the crying I had done.
"I'm here, whatever worries you have will pass," she continued, "I'm here, for better or worse."
My eyes widened a bit when she spoke something along the lines of a marriage vow, I saw her lips form a smile. The kind of smile only I saw.
"Now are you going to start feeling better or do I have to knock you out with magic again?" She teased, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. "Much better."
I opened my mouth to speak, until my stomach audibly gurgled, plainly alerting me (and her) as to how hungry I was.
"So can we eat first, then cuddle more?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"I like the sound of that."
"Awake at last I see," she sat up as I did, her sapphire eyes peering at me with concern. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, for some reason," it was true, my body felt tender like I been beaten up, "how long have I been out?"
"About ten hours."
I blinked in surprise, running a hand through my obviously messy hair, groaning slightly in humiliation and regret over the past few nights. I remembered Nightmare had even used a bit of magic to ease me to sleep, probably why I'd been unconscious for so long. I hung my head low, avoiding eye contact in my shame and emotional soreness. I always hated the aftermath of my meltdowns too. The awkwardness of someone seeing me at my worst, most desperate, and most vulnerable. Especially when it's the woman I love.
"Nightmare...I'm so sorry...," I choked out, hoping I wouldn't cry again.
"You needn't apologize. I know you can't entirely help it."
I still choked back a sob, or a hiccup, or whatever it was that lingered in my throat and dropped to my chest like it wanted to explode.
"Look at me," she murmured quietly, a hoof finding its way to my chin and gently turning my visage towards her own. Her mane glinted as it always did, resembling the night sky itself. Her regal horn gently glowed a delicate blue as she levitated my glasses back onto my face. I was fairly certain my eyes were still a bit red from all the crying I had done.
"I'm here, whatever worries you have will pass," she continued, "I'm here, for better or worse."
My eyes widened a bit when she spoke something along the lines of a marriage vow, I saw her lips form a smile. The kind of smile only I saw.
"Now are you going to start feeling better or do I have to knock you out with magic again?" She teased, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. "Much better."
I opened my mouth to speak, until my stomach audibly gurgled, plainly alerting me (and her) as to how hungry I was.
"So can we eat first, then cuddle more?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"I like the sound of that."