Title:           My Little Lyra (Anon x Lyra Feels)
Author:          blbircapo
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of February 2015 09:36:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 6th of April 2015 09:55:10 PM CDT

>Music to read to : http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=MmgV6vN0Evs#Katawa_Shoujo_OST_-_Painful_History_(Hanako_s_Theme)
 
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>'Beep. Beep. Beep.'
>The incessant tone droned on without pause.
>While you wanted to reel from the sterile smell of the place, you don't.
>You wouldn't want her to worry.
>Your precious little Lyra.
 
>Holding out your hand, she plays with each of your fingers one by one.
>Bending them, manipulating them, and examining the many individual creases.
>She never tired of this.
>And you never tired of watching her.
 
>An audible 'click' is heard as the door opens slightly.
>A Pony clothed in white can be seen peeking through the doorway.
>"Need anything?" She asked as warmly as possible.
>You look to Lyra, but she shakes her head in reassurance.
>"Uh, No... We're fine, thank you." You smile warmly at the mare.
>She merely nods and closes the door with a 'clack'.
 
***
 
>You remember the day you met the pony before you.
>You had awoken in a thicket of bramble in the forest.
>Rushing out onto a nearby road, you were dazed and confused.
>It didn't help that the last thing you would hear before being smacked onto pavement was a quick 'WOOSH' either.
>"AGH WHAT THE HELLLL!?"
>BAM
>Stars floated in your vision as a looming figure towered over you.
>"Omigosh are you okay?? I didn't mean to hurt you, I just had to look at these!"
>You were quickly pulled to your feet by strong hands and dusted off.
>Eventually reason and logic returned to you.
>You then noted that they were hooves instead of hands, and that the figure who had assaulted then helped you was in fact a bright, blue... Pony.
>Yes, a pony.
>You couldn't believe your eyes.
>What kind of drugs were you on anyways?
>The... Pony as it were, was now inspecting your hands.
>Seriously, what kind of drugs had you done!?
>"W-Where am I?" You trip over your own words both in astonishment and a lingering concussion.
>"SHUSH!" She quieted you as she retrieved a sketchbook from a side sack, and began to draw your hands.
>"Why ar-"
>"I SAID SHUSH!"
>Major.
>Drugs.
 
>The rest was a blur.
>In the coming weeks you learned that you had for some reason been transported to a different world.
>One filled with Technicolor ponies, and all other sorts of creatures.
>The blue one who had tackled you was named "Lyra Heartstrings"
>For some reason she had felt convicted to host you while you sorted things out.
>And that's how you had met her. And that's how you knew her.
>And that's how you would come to love her.
 
***
 
>'Beep. Beep. Beep.'
>Beep by deafening beep.
>The seconds trilled away.
 
>"You never get bored of that... Do you?"
>She continued to mess with them as she spoke up, nonplussed by your pauses.
>"Never." She stated stubbornly.
>"Never ever never."
>You chuckle softly to yourself.
>What other possible answer did you even expect?
>She was like a curious blue kitten, who would never tire of her ball of yarn.
>And you were the ball of yarn.
>You didn't know why she was so intensely fascinated with you.
>She just was.
 
***
 
>Eventually, she even grew to be more than fascinated by you.
>At first the going was tough.
>It hurt your pride to be nothing more that curiosity to her.
>Everyday had been the same.
>You would go out and explore Pony Ville, meeting its inhabitants.
>And she would always be right behind you, tagging along, studying you with intense scrutiny.
>It was only a matter of time until you had blown up at her.
>There was much screaming involved, but she had just sat there and taken it.
>For some reason that was even more aggravating.
>Storming off, it wasn't until a few hours later that you finally cooled off.
>You realized something then.
>She was the only one in this little po'dunk town who even seemed to care about you.
>She was the only one who was interested in your life.
>The only one who asked you questions about what came before.
>Everyone else had just seemed to want to stop talking with you as soon as possible.
>Fuck.
>Fuckity.
>Fuck fuck.
 
>You remember how you had found her in very much the same way you had left her.
>She was chilling on her couch, oblivious to world, entranced in her draws.
>"Uh... H-hey..."
>She didn't even look up.
>Welp, you messed up.
>Messed up with the one person who cared.
>'Fwip'
>You barely manage to catch the piece of daisy pizza in time.
>Apparently you hadn't messed everything up after all.
>Plopping into the open seat next to her, she had passed her sketch board to you.
>On it was a perfect rendition of your countenance, with a look of deep sorrow and confusion.
>It was a stunning portrayal of the feelings that had been bottled up inside of you.
>The ones you had unleashed on her.
>"I'm Sorry." You plead for forgiveness with your tone.
>She only nodded and smiled.
>She understood.
>"No sweat man."
 
***
 
>'Drip, Drip'
>Tear by slippery tear.
>The emotions fell away.
 
>"L-lyra honey.. What's wrong?"
>Your caring voice echoes in the small room.
>You couldn't stand to see her like this.
>Your precious little Lyra.
>Using your free hand you wipe the tears from her soft cheeks.
>She doesn't respond, instead merely gripping your hand betwixt her hooves.
>It hurt a little, but you would never let her know that.
>You smiled to the best of your ability.
 
***
 
>She knew you like the back of her hand before a month had passed.
>Your heart was an open book to her.
>However, she was comparable to a solid brick wall to you.
>Very rarely speaking, you always had the inclination that there was more to her.
>A wellspring of complex personality just below the surface.
>Covered in cement.
>Until that day however.
>The day you were out on errands, picking up several household necessities.
>It had gone faster than normal however.
>Soon enough, you were back at the front door.
>A whole hour shaved off your usual time due to energetic walking and determined haggling.
>As you opened the door, you knew that something was different from the usual.
 
>A soft twinkling music flitted through air as soft as clouds upon your ears.
>From the fast mountainous highs, the slow canyon lows, the music spun gold out of thin air.
>Entranced by the soothing lullaby of joy and sadness, you entered the house.
>With each step you brought yourself closer to the purest harmony of life.
>Walking into the living you room, you found her.
>She was strumming on a beautifully crafted ivory lyre.
>And she was also... Crying.
>A display of emotion that was traitorous to her usually cool exterior.
>Oh no.
>You were having none of this.
>As soon as the music came to halt, you pushed the lyre aside and enveloped her a bear hug.
>She cried into your arm for quite some time.
 
***
 
>'Beep. Beep.'
>Sound by heartbreaking sound.
>Her mask fell away.
 
>"Everything's going to be alright..."
>You did your best to convince her.
>She was having none of it.
>Unlike other ponies, she could always tell when you were fibbing.
>"You're a liar anon."
>You could barely hear her whisper.
>The world around you blurred.
>Were you crying as well?
>You were stronger than that.
>Strong for her.
>Strong for you precious little Lyra.
>It wasn't water however, that clouded your vision.
 
***
 
>It had been sudden.
>One minute you had been idly chatting with her.
>Happily passing the minutes by.
>And the next minute you were on the ground, gasping from the sudden onslaught of pain.
>In the coming days you would learn something else.
>Whatever force had brought you to this strange new land had also messed up your internals.
>While the powers of magic were present in this new land...
>The doctors were powerless to help you.
>Lyra had even gone as far as to contact Celestia for help.
>But she had only told her that it was my time.
>You can imagine that she took that well.
>Many things were thrown.
>Hard.
>In all honesty it was quite funny.
>I would have never imagined in a million years that the quiet lyre player would threaten her literal god with several expletives and promises of grisly doom.
>Celestia however took it in professional stride.
>I guess in the countless years that she had lived that similar problems to this one had arisen many a time.
 
***
 
>Your voice cracks as you chuckle again.
>"It's going to be..."
>"Al-"
>"right."
>It's taking an extreme force of will now to speak.
>But there are things you need to say.
>So many things you need to say.
 
>'...Beeep...'
>Breath by heaving breath.
>The pain fell away.
 
>"You're a L-liar" She manages to stutter out.
 
>Sob by sob.
>The waves consumed her.
>She grips your hands tightly.
>Even though they were already limp.
 
>"N-no"
>"P-p-please"
>Her emotions flow freely now.
>"Th-this isn-t f-fair"
 
>Don't cry little Lyra.
>Your precious little Lyra.
>My precious little Lyra.
 
>"I-I-I-"
 
>Your vision darkens slightly.
 
>"I al-ways"
 
>Your vision darkens more.
 
"I al-al-ways l-"
 
>Your vision fades to black.