"A Moment of Magic [Trixie x Anon]"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Tuesday 1st of April 2014 05:18:21 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:20 PM UTC


>”Greetings mares and gentlecolts, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie!”
>A burst of streamers and fireworks rise up from her makeshift stage as some fanfare blares across the town square.
>You were going to get a few things from Sugarcube Corner, but nothing really happens in this town unless it’s related to the Elements of Harmony, so a little performance takes your fancy.
>”Tonight, Trixie will grace this town with her presence to dazzle you all with her amazing magical talents!”
>As the unicorn continues to talk herself up, a small crowd gathers around her stage.
>You decide to hang at the back, being twice the size of everyone else means you’d only get in the way if you sat anywhere else.
>At first she boasts about her talents and regales everyone with stories.
>She weaves her magic into fire in the shape of a fierce dragon
>”Trixie comes from a long line of powerful unicorns, in fact, her grandfather saved all of Equestria from Lord Smaug, King of the Under Mountain.”
>The dragon makes a low swoop overhead, causing everyone to duck.
>Trixie gives a little giggle as she sends a bolt of magic up at the dragon, piercing its heart which causes it to explode like a massive firework and rain orange confetti down on the crowd.
>The crown oo’s and ah’s before Trixie begins to weave her next story.
>It’s story after story. A few about her family’s legacy but the ones with the most detail and boasting, are about her.
>”Now, how about some more magic? Perhaps… with a volunteer,” she says as she scans over the crowd.
>You close your eyes as you sit down to hang low.
>Everyone else is jumping up and down to be picked but you’d rather sit and watch.
>Being a tall, bipedal creature goes against that wish, you stand out too much for obvious reasons.
>”Ah, the minotaur up back.”
“Fuck.”
>You know that’s you, everyone always thinks you’re a minotaur from a distance and as you slowly open your eyes, you hope that the Iron Will guy you met last week had stuck around town.
>But everyone is looking at you.
>You look around to see that there’s no minotaur.
>It’s you.
>Typical.
>”Don’t be shy, the Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t bite. Or maybe she does.”
>She gives a playful giggle alongside a few chuckles in the crowd.
>You rise to your feet and walk up to the stage while hunched over from nerves.
>You hate being the centre of attention.
>”Thank you but Trixie sees you are an odd looking minotaur. Is there some sub-breed I didn’t know of?”
“Uh, no, I’m a human… From another world,” you reply while scratching the back of your head.
>”Wow. Very well human, what is your name?”
“Anonymous, Anon for short.”
>”I am the Great and Powerful Trixie,” she says as she rears up as the fanfare and fireworks carry out like the first time she introduced herself, and everytime after that.
“I know, you told us before.”
>”I know, Trixie just likes to hear the sound of her name,” she replies with a cocky grin and a smug tone.
>You’re beginning to realise just how much of a showoff this girl is.
>At first you thought it was just a character, a performance but the real performance is her downplaying her arrogance.
>But everyone laughs at her cocky nature without paying much attention to it.
>”First, we’ll start with a few games.”
>You nod as she conjures a small table with various objects on it, ranging from: cards, rings, coins and top hat.
>Just like the magicians back on Earth, she does a few simple tricks while weaving in a bit of comedy to keep things fresh and interesting for the audience.
>Then she works her way up to larger stuff, placing you in a box and splitting it. Except you actually got seperated from your lower half.
>You’re not surprised that it’s possible with real magic, you are surprised at the feeling.
>It was like when you sit on a hand for too long and it loses all feeling. You know it’s there and you can kinda move it but you can’t feel a damn thing.
>It’s a feeling you’d prefer you don’t revisit.
>Then comes the final performance.
>”Trixie would like to thank everypony for coming to see my performance, your praise for Trixie was wonderful. Trixie would also like to thank Anonymous here, you were crowd pleasure. In fact, Trixie dares to say, you were on fire tonight.”
“Heh, thanks.”
>”Now for our final act together, Trixie would like to set you on fire.”
>She stands there with the same over-confident grin.
>You on the otherhand are just trying to process how this trick will work.
>She sets you ablaze, then what?
>The entire crowd are on the edge, full of eager anticipation.
>What’s so dazzling about burning alive?
>You were lost in your own thoughts for the briefest of moments, but that was all Trixie needed to charge up her spell and send it firing directly at you.
>”Relax, this will only sting a tough,” is all you hear before you are hit with the magic.
>In a panic, you try and evade it but only get to smacked in the face with the blast.
>This was the worst mistake.
>All the spell does is teleport you with a big flash and a bang, then there’s a hail of glittering, orange confetti put in your place.
>But because you had to panic and take the blinding blast to the face, you’re teleported with an intense burning sensation across your eyes.
>The pain is kind of bearable, you do fall to your knees clutching your face in pain but you think you could probably handle it if it weren’t for the smell.
>The smell of burning flesh.
>It’s something you’ve never smelt before but it’s hands down, the worst smell you’ve ever experienced.
>Initially, it smells like the fat on beef burning, then a combination of charcoal and burning rubber smell overwhelm it, getting caught in your nose while the feeling of the skin around your eyes trickle and sear.
>There’s also a faint smell of blood.
>It’s a deeply sweet, acidic, crispy smell and none of that is pleasant.
>The smell is all you focus on. It’s all you can focus on until you hear a voice.
>It’s hard to hear but when they move closer to wrap you in an embrace, you hear them much clearer.
>”Anonymous, what happened?”
>It’s Trixie.
>And she sounds just as panicked as you are.
>You think you hear her gag a few times.
>”I’m going to get a doctor, this should help.”
>You feel a cold sensation across your forehead.
>It then spreads, giving you that brain freeze feeling when you drink too much of a slushie.
>Then everything fades out and you fall asleep.
-----
>You wake up and open your eyes to pitch black emptiness.
“OH GOD, I’M BLIND,” you scream and wail as you jerk upright.
>You go into a panic, your heartbeat goes erratic, you hearing a faint ringing in your ears but it’s all pushed out of your thoughts as you try and focus on your eyes.
>All you can do is pray this is some delayed reaction, that colour and light will return to your world once more.
>”Anonymous, calm down and remove the padding.”
>The voice is unfamiliar, but calm and friendly.
>You then touch your face to feel a soft fabric stuck over your eyes.
>You pinch at a corner before tearing it away in one quick, painful motion.
>The pain fades as quickly as it came and you open your eyes once again to focus on the white room.
>Well, you think it’s white.
>As you look around the room, you notice you can’t make out shapes or colours too well.
>Everything is blurry, out of focus and out of shape.
>”My name is Doctor Stable, how are you feeling?”
“A little queasy, a little hungry and a little blind.”
>”Yes, we’ll have to run a few tests to see how bad the damage is now that you’re awake but can you describe how things look right now?”
“Like blurry, colourful, out of shape blobs. Like a technicolour version of a rorschach test.”
>”Hmm, I see,” his tone is deep and serious as he takes a few minutes to think and mutter to himself, “I’ll schedule a few tests later this evening, for now get some rest. Oh, and would you be willing to accept visitors? Your friend has been visiting everyday, she’s very worried about you.”
“Yeah sure,” you reply as you lay back down and try to relax.
>You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to think a single thought about them.
>Later on, you’re carried off to a few tests. The kind you’d be given at an optometrist plus a few scans.
>Then you’re put back into your room and left alone.
>At least, you thought you were alone.
>”Do you have anymore tests? I-I can come back.”
>It’s Trixie and she sounds even worse than the last time you spoke to her.
>Her voice is shaky and can’t seem to stay on one pitch.
“No, that’s all until they examine the tests a bit. How are you?”
>”Me? Forget that, how are you? Are your eyes...”
>She trails off at the end, unsure of how to ask, unsure if she wants to hear the answer and if it’s even okay to ask.
“Not sure, like I said, gotta wait-”
>”For the tests, right, right.”
>Then comes the awkward silence.
>It feels, almost painful to sit through but Trixie manages to stammer out something to break the silence before long.
>”Trixie just wanted to say… s-she… I’m sorry.”
>Her tone when she says she’s sorry changes completely. At first she was stammering but then she was calm, and sincere.
>You can tell she truly meant it and you feel bad about that.
“It’s not your fault.”
>She bolts upright in confusion, even if your vision is nearly gone, you can tell she’s got a perplexed look on her face.
“I moved and took the shot to the face. This is my fault, so don’t worry.”
>”Trixie isn’t going to let you dismiss her apology,” she defiantly replies with a stamp of her hoof, “Trixie will make it up to you.”
“How?”
>”The Great and Powerful Trixie will heal your eyesight in an instant with her ma-”
>”I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” Doctor Stable interjects.
“Does that mean…”
>”Your eyesight will return with a combination of medicine and magic but it’ll take time.”
>A wave of relief washes over you.
>You won’t be blind.
>It’s impossible to describe just how happy and relieved you are to hear that.
>”Very well, then Trixie will care for you until your eyesight has returned.”
“What?”
>”Actually, that’d be very helpful. We’re a little understaffed and under equipped to care for someone of your.. size. So if Trixie takes care of you then you’ll be able to stay at your own home.
>It’s a little hard to believe that a doctor would even consider letting a complete stranger look after you as an option.
>”Of course, I’ll come and do regular check ups to administer both the medicine and healing magic.”
>”Just relax Anonymous, you’re in the hooves of the Great and Powerful Trixie.”
-----
>It’s been a week since you were let out of the hospital and placed in the care of a street performer you’ve never met before.
>So far, things have been going only so well.
>And you've noticed something about your caretaker, Trixie can hardly take care of herself.
>"Ta-da! The Great and Talented Chef Trixie has spent hours, slaving away in the kitchen making lasagna for us."
>You gingerly rise from the couch and walk over to the kitchen.
>That's one plus about being kept at home, you know the place well and because all you see are blotchy colours, you'll be able to tell if something is in the way.
>Then you step a little too far forward and bump your hip into a chair.
>"Watch your step," Trixie calls out.
"Yeah, thanks," you sarcastically reply.
>Eager to get something to eat, you take a seat and wait as Trixie places your plate in front of you.
>You're digging in straight away, accidentally stabbing the roof of your mouth with your knife because you thought it was your fork.
>With a sharp cry of pain, you drop your knife and fork to cup your mouth.
>"You do that every time," Trixie comments while giggling to herself.
"Why can't you just place them the other way around?"
>"The wise and magnificent Trixie knows what she is doing," she tilts her nose upwards as she replies.
>That arrogant nature of hers is only entertaining in small doses. A week of it is a week more than you'd like to experience.
>Not wanting to give Trixie another reason to speak, you quietly take a bite of your food this time with your actual fork.
>As you chew, you begin to recognise the flavour.
>It taste a lot like the special recipe lasagna down at the Maremmano Diner, a few blocks down.
>You're beginning to think that instead of cooking anything this past week, Trixie has instead gone to a restaurant, ordered two of whatever took her fancy, came back, slapped it on a plate and claimed it as her own.
>Now that you're thinking about it, you don't recall once hearing a broom, mop, laundry or dishes.
>You're just hoping she has some silent cleaning spell that she's been using or something.
>If not, then it's probably best you can't see a damn thing, when things get messy, you feel sick. Just the thought of the house possibly being a mess is enough to make you uneasy
>"Is Trixie's cooking not good enough?"
"Huh? Oh, no, it's very good. Thank you," you reply as you start eating again.
>"Trixie knows you cannot tell but she is grinning widely from your compliment."
>You chuckle a little to yourself. You find it odd she can find pride over someone else's work but you shrug it off and enjoy your food. It's good lasagna after all.
>After dinner you make your way to the bathroom, you've been avoiding taking a bath all week for no reason other than pure laziness.
>You sit on the edge of the tub and undress as it slowly fills up.
>The running and splashing water echoes throughout the room and turns out to be quite calming.
>You've heard about the other senses become more sensitive when you lose one but you never realised just how much.
>Even with the sound of the tub filling up the room, you can hear Trixie out in the lounge, singing and dancing.
>Then again, she sings quite loudly. And poorly.
>As you sit there and wait for it to fill, you keep a hand on the side to feel where the water level is.
>You let out a bored sigh when suddenly Trixie steps in.
>In a desperate panic to hide, you flail and fall back into the tub causing most of the water to splash onto the floor.
>"Anonymous, this isn't a water park."
"What are you doing in here?"
>Your tone is a little above a shout, but you don't care. You don't even want to know why she's here, you just want her out.
>This isn't some shitty anime where a girl can walk in on a guy in the bath and expect it to be fine.
>"What is your problem? And here Trixie was going to honor you with the privilege of washing your back for you."
"I don't need you to, so-"
>"Trixie isn't taking no for an answer."
>You must have smacked your head during the fall as you didn't even notice Trixie climb into the tub until you felt a soapy sponge scrubbing your back.
>Instead of making a scene, you sit there quietly and awkwardly while she gently scrubs.
>You're not sure if it's normal for ponies to bath together casually, they do have a few things that are weird to you but are common as buttered bread to them.
>You won't ask Trixie if it is though, you're already feeling awkward enough without having to explain the reasoning behind why humans don't usually like letting others bathe with them.
>So, you sit there, and let her scrub your back for you.
>After about a minute Trixie spins around.
>"Your turn."
"My turn to what?"
>"To scrub Trixie's back, oh and do Trixie a favour and do her mane while you're at it."
>You're not sure why, but you did as she asked or rather, told.
>As you lathered up her coat and mane, she tenses up but quickly relaxes as you scrub the soap in.
>She's like putty to your hands now as she begins to move so you'll scratch wherever she wants.
>You even hear her let out a long, relaxed breath.
>Then you get an idea, using one hand you begin to fill up a bucket with cold water as the other finds all the places she enjoys scrubbed.
>The back of the withers, neck and hips seem to be her favourites.
>You then scratch and little deeper in a circular motion, trying to get her to be as relaxed as possible.
>Then the moment you were waiting for, a low moan of relaxed pleasure.
>You quickly pick up the bucket and dump it over her head, causing Trixie to let out a high-pitched yelp as she dives out of the tub.
>She stands there in an alert stance, glaring at you in shock as you try holding your sides together.
>Her coat is all puffy, her mane mangled and her eyes widened in confusion. She's still trying to wrap her head around what happened.
>"How dare you!"
>With a huff, she stomps out of the bathroom. She nearly loses her footing too which busts your sides open from laughter.
>You bet Trixie will try and get payback somehow but it was worth it, you just couldn't resist the urge.
>Once you finish your bath, you decide to head to bed.
>You're tired and Trixie is refusing to say a word to you.
>You're still laughing from time to time too, which isn't helping her mood.
>So you climb into your warm bed and drift to sleep.
>When you wake up, you sit up and stretch.
>Out of habit you turn to your bedside table to read the clock, 4 blurry shapes but you can roughly see the lines now. At least roughly enough to make out what the time might be.
>Ten-forty-something.
>It's still pretty hard to see but any improvement is enough to brighten your mood.
>You carefully step out of bed to leave your room and start the morning routine.
>As you open the door, a wave of what feel like balls rush past you.
>You just stand there and wait for them all to rush past you.
>There's enough balls so that when they stop, they come up to your waist. Then Trixie jumps out from the corner.
>"Ha! That's payback for dropping that cold water on Trixie."
>She then lets out a roaring laughter, full of pride.
"Trixie, I'm still pretty much blind. I can't clean these up."
>Her moment of victory is snatched away and her laughing immediately stops.
>"Shit!"
>You let out a little chuckle, hiding the rest of your smug laughter.
>"Step out the way."
>You do as she says then she zaps the balls, causing them all to disappear in an instant.
>Perhaps you shouldn't have been so quick to take away her moment, you just had your room turned into a ball pit and you didn't get to dive in it.
>"Breakfast is ready," she says with a grumble before walking off.
>You then follow her into the kitchen and take your seat.
>When she places the plate in front of you, you recognise the smell.
"Leftovers?"
>"Yes, is that a problem?"
>You're not sure what happened to you, the fact that she's looking after should make you grateful but her tone when she replies causes something to snap.
"Was pouring a bowl of cereal that hard?"
>"Excuse me?"
"Have you even cooked a damn meal this entire week?"
>"I cooked this."
"No, you didn't. You just bought the thing from Maremmano's and said it was yours. This place smells too, like it hasn't been cleaned and no fresh air come in, would it kill you to open a window?"
>"If the way Trixie has been taking care of you is such a problem, maybe she shouldn't have bothered-"
>A sudden knock on the door breaks the argument and neither of you say a word.
>You stand up and head over to the door.
"Hello?"
>"It's me, Twilight."
"Hey Twi, what's the problem?"
>"Doctor Stable asked me to bring you to the hospital today, he's a little swamped with patients and can't spare time to make it down here."
"Oh, yeah, sure."
>You step outside and close the door behind you, without saying a word to Trixie. She probably heard anyway and you're not in the mood to talk to her.
>"Shall we?"
"Lead the way."
>In just a few seconds you already trip flat onto your face. Judging by the pain in your leg, it was a fence.
"You know Twi, when  I said lead the way I mean you have to lead the way. I still can't see properly."
>"Sorry," she replies as she leans against you while you stand to act as a brace.
>The rest of the walk involves you and Twilight just catching up.
>She talks about the latest book she is buried in, her friends and their adventures while you talk about Trixie being a pain in your ass.
>"I know she can be difficult to deal with, trust me, but I can tell she's trying to make it up to you."
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and she's got me pretty far down that road."
>Twilight just shakes her head and the rest of the way is a silent walk.
>When you arrive at the hospital, Doctor Stables gives you an injection, gets some healing magic cast on you then sends you home. The daily routine.
"I don't really feel like going home right away, did you want to grab some breakfast or something?"
>"Sure, I could go for a burger."
"Twi, burgers aren't really a breakfast food," you say with a laugh.
>"Yeah it is. They have breakfast burgers at the diner."
>The two of you head to the diner and place your orders.
>Twilight gets one of each breakfast burger and you get a stack of pancakes with a side of jam and cream.
>"So, Pinkie wants to know when your eyes will be better so she can throw you a 'Anon can finally play hide-and-seek with Pinkie again' party."
>Typical Pinkie.
"No idea, it's healing pretty quick according to the doc, he thinks I'll be able to see again in another week. Granted still blurry but well enough that I won't need the medicine, magic or mare."
>"She's annoying you that much?"
>"You're Anon, right?"
>You look back over to the counter to see a mare curiously smiling at you.
"One and only."
>"Thought so. Sorry to interrupt, I was just curious how Truckie went with making the lasagna?"
"Making?"
>"Yeah, she begged for a few recipes because she's never cooked a meal in her life," the mare goes quiet, looking around nervously before leaning in to whisper, "I kind of gave her my secret recipe lasagna and I'm hoping she kept it a secret."
>Your heart sinks as the guilt sets in.
"She did a great job, thanks and as far as I know, she hasn't told anyone."
>"Excellent," she beams, "alright , I gotta get back to the kitchen."
>The mare scurries off, leaving you and Twilight alone.
>You run your finger through your hair as you let out a disappointed sigh.
>"Are you alright?"
"Not really. I yelled at Trixie this morning, accusing her of just buying the food she's been making."
>"Why would-"
"It tasted the same. I didn't think she could have gotten the recipes."
>"Sounds like you have an apology to make."
"Can't I just send Spike in my place? You send him on errands all the time."
>"Spike isn't going to be a kicking bag in your place."
>You leaned back and groan.
>She's right, you're gonna have to apologise.
"Stupid... Don't wanna... Not even," you grumble as you leave the diner.
>When you get home, you call out to Trixie who must have either left or is ignoring you because you're faint echo is the only reply.
>You walk forwards and trip over what feels like a bucket.
"I am so sick of tripping over crap!"
>You hear a little mocking laughter come from the kitchen.
"Trixie, that you?"
>"Yes, what do you want?"
"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. The cook at Maremmano's told me she gave you the recipe."
>"That's it? Trixie has been slaving away to make it up to you and all she gets is an apology?"
"Let's be honest here, sometimes you've done less than I do but still, thank you for everything. And to make it up to you, how about I take you out to dinner when my eyes are better?"
>"Trixie would... I'd like that."
>The drop of the third person stuns you.
>It makes her sound so much more sincere and you give her a warm smile that she returns.
-----
>The next few days go rather well.
>Much better than before.
>You and Trixie are even getting along now.
>The two of you will joke around, talk and sometimes just hang out to do something like watch movies together.
>Well, she watches, you listen.
>She can actually be pretty good company.
>”Anonymous, you drank the last of the milk again!”
>She sounds pretty pissed which only amuses you.
“Did I? Sorry, didn’t notice.”
>”How did you not notice?”
“Blind.”
>You’re finding that blaming your temporary eyesight gets out of just about everything.
>Don’t want to put more milk in the fridge? Blind.
>Not up for picking up after yourself? Blind.
>And if you don’t feel like wearing anything more than underwear, just blame being blind.
>”Trixie is sick of you using that as an excuse!”
“Really? I didn’t see that coming.”
>She throws the empty milk carton at the back of your head with a loud, irritate groan. She laughs too but she’s hiding it well.
“I’m not picking that up by the way.”
>”And why not? You can put more milk in the fridge while you’re at it.”
>You turn around and give her a grin.
“Blind.”
-----
>You woke up pretty early this morning and are happily enjoying some cereal.
>Your sight has improved some more, you can see things pretty clearly so long as you hold it close to your face.
>Trixie comes slouching into the room, looking pretty unwell.
>Her mane and coat are a mess, her eyes are barely open and she hanging her head low.
“You alright?”
>”Trixie… is fine.”
>Her voice sounds croaky and worn out. It matches her current appearance quite well.
“You sure? You seem a little hoarse.”
>”You have a problem,” she replies as she takes a seat.
-----
>Your eyes are better, well almost. You can see the first few metres in front of your face clear as day, everything else after that looks like it’s shrouded in a fog.
>Doctor Stables says the rest of your eyesight will return soon, but it won’t be fully healed. There will be some loss but you’re not going to complain because you’re grateful you’re not blind.
>Besides, you have more important things than worrying about your eyes.
>Trixie moved back to her trailer a few days ago, you’re able to take care of yourself now so there was no need for her to care for you.
>She hasn’t left town and you’re hoping it’s because of that date your promised her.
>You walk up to her trailer and knock.
>Before long, the door swings open and there stands Trixie. She smiles widely when she sees you.
“Hey, Trixie, are you going to be free tonight?”
>”Trixie might have an opening in her schedule, why?”
“Well, I promised you a date and I just so happen to have a reservation for two at the Gilded Giraffe.”
>Trixie shoots upright with excitement. The Gilded Giraffe is considered the greatest restaurant in Ponyville so you’re not surprised she’s so excited about it, that and it’s free food.
>”YES,” she says with a very eager tone that was a little high pitched.
>She then catches herself, getting embarrassed over her actions.
>You can’t hold back a smile.
“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready and you should too. Oh, and please wear something nice. And by that, I mean don’t wear the hat and cape.”
>”Psh, Trixie will wear whatever she wishes,” she replies with a laugh as she sends a teddy flying your way.
>You close the door to avoid it before heading home to get yourself looking nice.
>Honestly, you’re feeling more than a little nervous.
>Ever since Trixie went back to her trailer you’ve felt lonely.
>There’s no two ways of putting it. You miss having her around.
>She’s fun, smart, overconfident but you like that about her.
>You opt for wearing a black suit, a white dress shirt with a silver tie and vest. You even style your hair up nicely.
>Well, you just messed up the top part and flattened the rest but it looks good in your opinion.
>That’s not all the preparation you go through though, you hide a few things up your sleep, so to speak, for a conversation starter in case things get stale.
>Once you’re all ready, you head back to Trixie’s trailer and knock on her door only to be yelled at in a shaky tone.
>”TRIXIE WILL CALL YOU WHEN SHE’S READY!”
>You’re taken aback but you know that girls can take forever when they get ready.
>Actually, you don’t know if they do. You’ve heard that they do.
>You wait outside her trailer for her and It takes about half an hour but Trixie is finally ready.
>She exits her trailer wearing a dress that’s the same shade of purple as her cape and hat.
>It’s has glittering beads along the bodice in a spiraling pattern, a blue ribbon tied along her waistline while the peplum waves and cascades over the skirt which sports the same starry pattern as her usual attire.
>It has Trixie written all over it.
>”Tell me Anon, how dashing does Trixie look?”
”Simply stunning,” your reply slips out.
>She gives you a warm smile as her cheeks tint a wonderful shade of rosy red.
>”Shall we?”
>You open the door and gesture for her to go first before leading her to the Gilded Giraffe.
>Once you’re there the two of you are shown to a table right away, handed menus and left alone.
>The two of you skim them over before placing them down and looking each other dead in the eyes.
>It makes you feel a little awkward.
>You’re not really sure what to say but Trixie thinks of something first.
>”This place looks amazing. Trixie sees why there’s a month waiting list, but how did you convince them to give us a table so soon?”
“They owed us, anyway forget about that stuff and just enjoy yourself.”
>She looks over the menu again while you look around.
>She’s right, this place looks great.
>The place is mainly white with chocolate wood grain on things like pillars and framing to bring out the colour while golden accessories such as the cutlery and chandeliers adorn the rest of the area.
>Your moment of adoration is cut short by the waiter clearing his throat to get your attention.
>”Good evening sir and madam, I am Edouard Heuer and I will be your waiter tonight. Have you decided on what you’d like to order?”
>His accent makes you think he’s french, that or he’s just a pompous ass.
>He stands there waiting with his nose slightly tilted towards the air while levitating a quill and notepad in the air with his magic.
>”Yes, Tixie will have the berry and fruit salad with a side of whipped cream.”
>”Excellent choice madam, and for you sir?”
>You’re about to order one of the pastas when you notice they have a meat section.
>No surprise there, you’ve seen quite a few griffon and minotaur, both of which eat meat.
>One particular meal catches your attention though.
”T-bone steak?”
>”Yes, one of the chefs is a griffon who specialises in meat.”
“Well, gotta get that then.”
>It’s been months since you’ve had meat, which was at a dinner with the Princesses.
>You’re practically salivating at the thought of your meal.
>”Is that all, would you like anything for dessert or to drink?”
>”Trixie doesn’t feel like any dessert,” she replies before looking to you.
“Me either but, uh, is there any wine you’d recommend?”
>He pauses to think for a moment.
>”We recently started getting Banfi Brunello di Montalcino Poggio all’Oro, a exquisite dark-berried wine from Shanghay that I’d personally recommend.”
>For a brief moment, he loses the upper-class attitude and what he said comes across as genuine advice so you smile and ask for a bottle.
>He makes a note of your orders before stepping away, leaving you and Trixie alone in silence.
>After a minute the waiter returns with a bottle of the wine you asked for and places it in a chalice full of ice after he pours the two of you a glass.
>”Cheers,” Trixie says with her glass raised.
“Cheers,” you reply as you tap her glass before taking a sip.
>The wine is good.
>That’s all you can say. You never were much of a connoisseur so the best you can say in describing it is that it taste like good berry flavoured wine.
>The table goes quiet again and you impatiently tap your fingers on the table as you wrack your mind in thinking of something to say, desperately hoping for some form of conversation.
>Then you remember the little prep you did earlier.
“So, did I ever tell you about the magic in my world?”
>”Yes, you said to Trixie it doesn’t exist in your world. Why?”
“Well, back in my world we use sleight of hand, tricks, illusions and call it magic.”
>She laughs mockingly.
“Here, check this out.”
>You wave your right hand outwards before picking up a glass of water to take a drink.
>Just like you intended, Trixie watches your right making herself unaware that your left hand is pulling on a string attached to your cufflink which then ejects a spring loaded rose which you catch in your glass of water.
>Trixie jolts in a surprise with a little giggle.
>You place the glass in the centre of the table and give her a cocky smile.
>She gives you slight grin, amused but she knows how you did it.
>You did say it was all tricks and sleight of hand after all, so you’re not surprised she’d catch on.
>You then screw up your face and blink rapidly before returning it to normal.
“Sorry, I thought I was going to-Ahh-choo!”
>Your sneeze is fake but you try your best to make it look real as you cover your mouth with your hands so you can discreetly remove your thumb cap.
>As you do, a rainbow handkerchief falls out and you grip onto it so you can wipe your nose.
“Sorry.”
>Trixie giggles a little more but shakes her head at your immaturity.
>”Anonymous, do you have anything that would trick somepony older than a small filly?”
“Hm, I guess I could...”
>You trail off before you finish your sentence and pull out two small rings from your pocket.
>Then you show them briefly before tapping them against each other.
>You then tap them again, this time tilting one slightly so it looks like you’re tapping the same place instead of the secret split and making the two merged together.
>You smile at Trixie who just gives you an unimpressed smile back.
“Alright,” you sigh.
>You grab the glass with the rose, placing the rose on the table and drinking the remaining water before placing it upside down in front of you.
“Watching?”
>Trixie nods as she sits upright a little more.
>Despite these being simple tricks, you’ve got her attention, which is something at least but you need to step it up a bit.
>You place your right hand in front of the glass and the tap the glass a few times with the other.
>Then you tip it over and hide it behind your right while you bring out a white dove from your left sleeve before moving your hands for the reveal, all in one quick motion.
>Trixie is really taken aback this time and gives a cheerful giggle.
>She can tell how you did it, but she’s dumbfounded on how you managed to hide a dove up your sleeve.
>Then Edouard Heuer returns to check up on you.
>He was probably going to say something about disturbing the other guests as his face look very unimpressed but you interrupt him before he can even open his mouth.
“Welcome back, can you get my friend here some seed and maybe some water too,” you ask as you place the dove onto his withers.
>He stares at you in bewilderment as Trixie does her best to prevent herself from burst into laughter.
>You manage to hold back your laughter too, ending up with a stupid grin on your face but poor Edouard’s face shows he’s still trying to process this.
>”Uh, very well sir,” he nods before walking back to the kitchen with your dove.
>The two of you then let out your laughter, you manage to quickly stifle it but Trixie has a little more trouble than you.
>”That was too good… his face was just,” Trixie cries out in between muffled giggles.
>You can’t help but give a proud grin as Trixie tries to calm herself down.
>Trixie sharply inhales and then returns to normal, she’s still smiling but she’s got control of her laughter now.
>Then your meals arrive, and they look good. They taste even better.
>This place has earned its reputation for a reason.
>You and Trixie eat in silence for the most part.
>When you’ve both finished you strike up conversation again. 
“So, have you been up to much?”
>Not the best conversation starter, but it’ll do.
>”Trixie has been leaving this town’s jaws on the ground with her performances but other than that no. It’s very quiet here.”
“Yeah, it’s part of the charm if you’re into that.”
>”Trixie prefers towns like Manehatten, busy with lots of shops and places for her to perform.”
“Fair enough, so you travel all over Equestria and do your show?”
>That does the trick, Trixie then goes off on a tangent talking about herself, her performance, places she’s been and more.
>You probably should have asked about her before, she’s able to talk about herself for days on end if you let her.
>”Sadly, Trixie has never performed in Canterlot but she will get there soon.”
“I bet, you’re pretty talented.”
>”Was there ever any doubt?”
>What happens next, was out of your control.
>Something clicked and you no longer were able to stop yourself from talking.
“Did you want to go out again?”
>”Is tonight over? I thought we could keep talking for a while before going home.”
“Not what I mean. I mean, would you like to keep going out, on more dates, like-”
>”Anon… You don’t mean?”
“I like you Trixie, quite a lot actually. You’re a funny girl, confident, smart and I’m sure that vain side of you would love for me to keep going but I want to hear your answer first.”
>”T-Trixie… You’re… You’re a great guy Anon, I’ve loved this past two weeks.”
>She’s dropped the third person talk, she’s looking directly into your eyes with a serious look as she tries to think up her next set of words carefully.
>”It wouldn’t work. I’m a pony, you’re human… I just… Can’t.
“Wait-”
>”I’m sorry.”
>Without another word she gets up and runs out the restaurant.
>You get up to chase her but Edouard is standing there with an irritated look.
>”Monsieur would you like the bill before you go?”
>This guy.
>You pull the sack of bits out your pocket and throw it onto the table.
“I’ll be right back, I need to go after her,” you reply as you sprint after Trixie.
>She’s not outside the building so you assume she’s gone to her trailer.
>It’s a very cold night so you can feel that sharp, chilly pain in your lungs as you try and gasp for air while you run.
>This past week of laziness is catching up with you.
>Your legs ache, your feet cry out in pain as you push yourself to run.
>You need to make this right.
>But when you get to the town square, Trixie’s trailer is gone.
>You frantically look around but there’s no sign of it. Not even so much as wheel tracks.
>She’s gone without a trace.
>You fall backwards onto the grass and hang your head.
>You fucked up.
