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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="An_untitled_short_and_sorrowful_Tavi_story_by_Jeff_Mango">An untitled short and sorrowful Tavi story by Jeff Mango</span><a href="An_untitled_short_and_sorrowful_Tavi_story_by_Jeff_Mango#/editor/1" title="Edit section: An untitled short and sorrowful Tavi story by Jeff Mango" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Link to Jeff's pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/JeffMango<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMfB1REALp4<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s snowing, again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Canterlot&quot;s mountaintop location ensures that each winter is heralded not by light, gentle flurries and the gradual darkening of evenings, but by plummeting temperatures and endless snowstorms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit by the window of your room, huddled in your only blanket, and watch the snow pour in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Given your room&quot;s position on the edge of the Canterlot Extended Care facility&quot;s main building, you&quot;re able to see over the city walls and straight down the mountainside, where the snow seems to drift eternally drown to the grayed-out ground below</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gentle voice of Nurse Oath stirs you from your musings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiny gray mare shuffles in, violet bangs obscuring her eyes, as they always do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You h-have a visitor.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is it her?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of c-course. She&quot;s c-coming up now, but I t-t-think she stopped to grab the two of you some coffee. Is t-that okay?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes. Thank you, ma&quot;am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your formality makes her blush, as it has so many times before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;J-just Hip is fine. Sorry&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hastily ticks off a mark on her clipboard, and leaves the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ten minutes later, you hear hoofsteps on the tile outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There&quot;s nothing in your room to tidy up: just your bed, your guitar, and a shelf of books in the corner, all of which are to sparse to ever be messy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you simply sit in your bed, still wrapped in a quilt, and wait for her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When Octavia steps into your room, there&quot;s no dramatic heart-in-throat moment, you don&quot;t get butterflies, or nervous sweat, or anything like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But upon seeing her, the various little ticks and pins that lurk in the back of your mind abate, and the cloud growing over your head begins to fade</span><br />&quot;Hey, Tavi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Afternoon, Anon. How are you feeling?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;Better. I like the snow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha. Easy for you to say.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sets her saddlebags by the door, but not before brushing multiple hoof-fulls of snow off them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping inside, she shrugs off her coat and shakes the snow from her mane, shivering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re not the one walking in it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That&quot;s true. I&quot;m not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to keep the sadness out of your voice, and you probably would have succeeded against any other pony</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Octavia isn&quot;t easily fooled to begin with, plus she&quot;s known you for far too long</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, crossing the room to your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you&quot; feeling any better, today?&quot;</span><br />&quot;A bit. Now that you&quot;re here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia smiles, bowing her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Always with the flattery.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, I can&quot;t help it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out and cup Octavia&quot;s cheek</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re just a very flattery-worth mare.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That gets a tiny giggle out of her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia clambers onto your bed, curling up next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Up close, you can feel the wetness of melted snow in her fur, along with the chill that the winter storm left in her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you wrap her in your blanket as well, pulling her against your side</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re freezing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little, I suppose.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia suppresses a tiny shiver</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still, it&quot;s worth it. They&quot;ll be bringing us up some coffee in a bit, I think.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh. That&quot;ll be nice. Thank you, Tavi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles your elbow, staring out the window</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m sorry you had to come all this way in the snow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia sighs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don&quot;t have to apologize to me every time I come to visit you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why? I love coming here. I love, you know, getting to see you. It&quot;s the highlight of my week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia flicks her tail against your chin, getting you to look at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ears flatten alongside her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope you&quot;ve realized that by now. Even you&quot;re not that thick.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I have. But still, it&quot;s not fair, for a mare like you to have to come to a place like this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A place like this? Anonymous&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia sits up, resting her head against yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love this place. I absolutely do. It&quot;s calm, it&quot;s cozy, and, well&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles your cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;&quot;most of all, it&quot;s kept you safe. I can&quot;t ask for anything more of a place, can I?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess not. But still&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gesture to the bare stone walls and the lack of furniture</span><br />&quot;A mare like you deserves a prettier place to visit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That gets a dour chuckle from Octavia</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Even when you&quot;re at your most sour, you still find a way to work in the flatter.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m a mess, aren&quot;t I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Undoubtedly. Any more of this and you&quot;ll spoil me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bumps your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you find yourself smiling</span><br />&quot;Are you trying to say you&quot;re not spoiled already?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Already? Certainly not! I am a mare of utmost grace and dignity!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia jumps down from your bed, posing for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m sure you, of all ponies, would recognize that by now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up from the bed, scooping Octavia up in your arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yelps, partially with surprise, partially from embarrassment, and partially with a small share of childlike glee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon! Put me down! What if someone sees?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances over at the door, biting her lower lip</span><br />&quot;Then we&quot;ll get a pretty awesome news story out of it, won&quot;t we? &quot;Local star musician loves her cuddles&quot;&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmph. Well, maybe this is alright, then. For a little bit&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She curls up in your grasp, snuggling against your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing the blanket from the bed, you wrap it around your shoulders and her, enclosing the both of you in each other&quot;s warmth</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The longer you stay in this room, the harder it becomes to pick her up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it&quot;s more and more worth it, every time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cross the room to your window, and you and Octavia watch the snow pile down, together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s breathtaking, isn&quot;t it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Makes the place seem a little less lonely, when you&quot;re away.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia sighs</span><br />&quot;Sorry. That was a bit too sad.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. Don&quot;t apologize, Anonymous, please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia&quot;s tail curls around your leg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot; I wish things didn&quot;t have to be this way. For whatever that&quot;s worth.&quot;</span><br />&quot;A Tavi wish? That&quot;s worth more than just about anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bury your face in her mane, inhaling deeply</span><br />&quot;I was talking to Nurse Oath last week. She says my tests aren&quot;t getting worse, at the very least. If I can just improve a bit more, then maybe&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rock Octavia gently</span><br />&quot;&quot;maybe they&quot;ll let me out, sometime next year.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That would be splendid, Anonymous. It really would.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don&quot;t sound all that happy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just don&quot;t want you to push yourself. Please, don&quot;t feel like you have to be, er&quot; fixed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Isn&quot;t that why I&quot;m here, though?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not the way I see it. You&quot;re here so you can stay safe.&quot;</span><br />&quot;From who, myself?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In a way, I guess&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell you&quot;re upsetting her, so you stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But that&quot;s okay. There&quot;s a reason this place exists, Anonymous. There&quot;s no guilt in needing to be kept safe. Not in the slightest.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, don&quot;t feel like you&quot;re putting any burden on me. I love coming here. I love&quot; being with you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia wraps her forelegs around your neck, pressing her nose against yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Anonymous. Don&quot;t hide things from me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t want you to worry, Tavi. You don&quot;t need that kind of burden.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it&quot;s not a burden at all. Anonymous, please understand. I just want you to feel okay. And I want to do anything and everything I can to make that help. If you feel comfortable, please, tell me what&quot;s going on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, and sit down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The window is built for pony height, so even sitting, you can still see out of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Resting your head against the class, you avoid eye contact with Octavia as you begin to speak</span><br />&quot;There&quot;s not much to say. I&quot;ve just felt&quot; I don&quot;t know. Inanimate. Like I&quot;m just a human-shaped weight, and you, Vinyl, Nurse Oath, and everyone I know are responsible for pulling my strings.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel Octavia staring at you, but still can&quot;t make yourself look at her</span><br />&quot;And those strings are heavy. No matter how strong you all are, they&quot;re weighing you down. I&quot;m weighing you down. And you can&quot;t cut the strings away, so you just&quot; keep hurting. Trying to support me, even though I give you nothing back but weight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia presses her face against yours, saying nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel the tears running down her face and soaking into her coat</span><br />&quot;That&quot;s what I feel. All the time. When I try to sleep, I always dream about you. I can see you sinking, and I&quot;m the one pulling you down. And no matter how much I yell for you to swim, you never will. Because you can&quot;t leave me behind. And the deeper I get, well&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia kisses you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s not the quick, dainty kiss you&quot;re used to getting from her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, it&quot;s one she&quot;s given you only rarely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One heavy and trembling and desperate, as if merely through the connection of your mouths she could hold you anchored to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accept it, wrapping your arms around her back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia doesn&quot;t pull away for a very long time</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you lie together on your bed, no longer watching the snow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, you merely listen to it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia rests against your side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you have said anything since the kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia drapes her tail across your chest, curling its tip just above your heart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you know how many bridges I used to linger on, Anonymous, before we met? How many bottles of wine I finished, in my apartment by myself?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You told me, once. It used to be a lot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every night, when I was at my worst.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I guess I don&quot;t understand it. Everything about you is amazing. How could you ever feel that way about yourself?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I ask myself the same thing when I look at you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t get it. I&quot;m&quot; I&quot;m just me. You&quot;re you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what, exactly, am I?&quot;</span><br />&quot;World-famous, loved by millions of ponies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you jealous of my success?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No. That&quot;s not it. You give so much. So much music, so much art, so much happiness&quot; you just give it out to the world. You make Equestria a better place just by existing in it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thread your fingers through Octavia&quot;s mane, scratching her head between her ears</span><br />&quot;And I don&quot;t.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Except you do. For me, at least.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia sits up, once again pressing her hose against yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My life is stressful. Art and performance are dreary and draining, and I&quot;m not loved by nearly as many ponies as you think. I&quot;m surrounded by promoters who want to use me, and enemies who can&quot;t wait to see me fail. No matter where I go, there&quot;s ponies demanding more from me, all while they try to rip me apart.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia breathes a contented sigh, her breath warm as it flows across your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And when I&quot;m with you, I forget that. Because every piece they tear out of me, you put back. And each new piece is soft, and golden, and wonderful. And all the love I wish my fans would truly give me, you shower me in. When I&quot;m around you, I feel glowing and gorgeous. And I wish I could let you know what that feeling is. Because it&quot;s worth so, so much.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you again, this time without desperation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, there&quot;s only a gentle, gossamer beauty to the kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When it breaks, you find yourself cradling her against your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you hold each others&quot; gaze, and a small smile plays across Octavia&quot;s lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Anonymous. Don&quot;t shut me out. Because if you, I&quot;ll be waiting outside your door, every day. And it&quot;s cold out there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snuggles up against you, humming</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it&quot;s so, so very warm with you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When a very nervous-looking Nurse Oath opens the door, she finds you and Octavia snuggled together in bed, once again under the blanket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately, her face goes red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, um&quot; s-s-sorry if I&quot;m interrupting anything, I j-just&quot; you w-wanted coffee, and&quot; h-here&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakily sets the coffee mugs on your bedside table, then turns tail to run out of the room</span><br />&quot;Wait.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiny nurse mare stops</span><br />&quot;Nurse Oa&quot; I mean, Hip? Could you bring me my guitar?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of c-course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lifts the instrument on her back and carries it to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia gives you a small smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How long has it been since you&quot;ve played?&quot;</span><br />&quot;A while. I didn&quot;t want to for a pretty long time. But now&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twang a string, finding the instrument woefully out of tune</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you try to twist the pegs, your hands are shaking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia steadies them with her hooves, and you gently wind the strings back into position</span><br />&quot;&quot;I&quot;m feeling like singing today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hip hesitates by the door, watching the two of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re g-going to sing? W-w-would you, um&quot; be alright with me w-watching? It&quot;s okay if you&quot;re n-not, sorry, b-b-but&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, that&quot;s okay. I might be a little rusty, though&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the first time since you&quot;ve known her, you see Hip smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She skips to your bedside, sitting in front of you and Octavia</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your marefriend lays an encouraging hoof on your leg, watching and waiting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you, Anonymous. I&quot;ve been waiting for this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return her smile</span><br />&quot;Thanks, Tavi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you start playing, your hands continue to shake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, gradually, they resume their old positions easily, and the music flows forth from your instrument, brightening and dancing as it reverberates from the stone walls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep your eyes focused on Octavia the entire time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how much she believes it, you&quot;ll never be worth much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ll never make music that&quot;s particularly beautiful, nor will you ever create any sort of lasting impact on Equestria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To most of the world, you&quot;re always going to be worthless; and there&quot;s not much you can do about that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But if you can make her happy, well&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you look at her, you see something so bright, so gentle, and so glimmeringly wonderful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you&quot;re able to make her happy, then you have no need to concern yourself with being worthless</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because, no matter how dark your own world may be, Octavia shines like a beacon for you, for her friends, and for ponies you&quot;ve never even met</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you&quot;re perfectly happy if all you ever achieve in life is to make her happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because, as you listen to the waves of your own voice cascading through the room, you realize that there will never be anything more precious to you than her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you want nothing more than for every part of you to help to cradle and comfort this precious mare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you sing, for the first time in months</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you finally know what it feels like to sing with a purpose</span><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eetIgGXH6DA</div></div>




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