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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".2FMoon.2F_-_A_Memory_.28Luna_x_Anonymous.29">/Moon/ - A Memory (Luna x Anonymous)</span><a href="_-_A_Memory_(Luna_x_Anonymous)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: /Moon/ - A Memory (Luna x Anonymous)" 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 />Act I - A Memory Returns<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;So then, I gave the ruffian a right painful shock! The colt could barely stand afterward!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A chorus of polite laughs lights up the table, and you shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Princess Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tonight is the Winter Solstice, the third celebration of it since your return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Positively brutish, Lord Pence. The lower classes simply can&quot;t help themselves!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At first, you had been really excited about these celebrations, but it quickly became apparent that they were little more than networking opportunities for most ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now you just felt uncomfortable, sitting at a table full of elites who paid to sit with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, Princess Luna? Any thoughts?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The big, fake smile on the pony&quot;s face makes you want to curl up into a ball.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He had spent the entire night trying to get you to talk, but every time you did you felt bad afterwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your grip on modern Equine wasn&quot;t perfect yet, and the table collectively cringed when you got the words wrong earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus, you knew they wished they were getting access to Celestia instead.</span><br />&quot;I am certain it was a brilliant display, my little pony.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; That sounded Celestia-like, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods, clearly disappointed that he didn&quot;t draw out more of a reply, and he goes back to chatting with another pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you go back to slowly munching on your salad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With the wrong fork, you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn&quot;t have anypony you would feel comfortable asking for advice on table manner with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In fact, none of the few ponies you would count among your friends were even at the party.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Other engagements, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Princess, your dress looks stunning tonight. I don&quot;t think I&quot;ve ever seen anything like it&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A unicorn mare, to your right this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was her first shot at getting you to be sociable tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew it was probably a bad idea to wear something so eye-catching tonight, but-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Princess Luna?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re never going to catch a break.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A Thestral guard behind you draws your attention away from the mare, seemingly oblivious to her existence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, at least you appreciate the distraction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nopony could fault you for prioritizing the guards, and you felt more comfortable talking to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His armour looks wrong, for some reason, but you can&quot;t spot why.</span><br />&quot;Yes, Silver Breeze?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His name comes instantly to your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The stallion motions with his head towards the door to the gardens adjoining the banquet hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;There&quot;s somepony looking for you in the gardens, towards the reflection pond. I haven&quot;t seen a creature like him before.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You furrow your brow at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nopony mentioned any exotic guests tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your guard wouldn&quot;t have brought it to your attention if it wasn&quot;t important, though.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, I&quot;ll head out there immediately.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; And with a crisp salute, the guard departs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn back to your guest and try to put up your best sympathetic smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re sure it looks as fake as everypony else&quot;s smiles.</span><br />&quot;Apologies, my little ponies. I have something to attend to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The table all seem relieved at the proposition, though they try to disguise it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it&quot;ll give them the chance to network with one another a little more unimpeded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing your chair back, you get out and stretch a little bit before walking towards the garden doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to keep up your neutral, regal face, despite your insecurities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wish you weren&quot;t so awkward all the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully the conversation with whoever this is would go a bit better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There&quot;s ponies dancing in the main portion of the hall, and a ton of them lined up along the walls conversing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet you feel everypony&quot;s eyes on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If &quot;Tia were here, she&quot;d probably have everypony&quot;s eyes on her for totally different reasons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But&quot; she keeps telling you that you&quot;ll get the swing of it with time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It can&quot;t hurt to try, right?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s snowing outside, rather heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The gardens are magically heated, so the snow melts on contact, but it does give a certain ambiance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The garden is more like a little forest, a maze-like network of rare flowerbeds amidst dense woods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The whole area is lit up by Hearth&quot;s Warming lights.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There&quot;s a ton of ponies milling about, conversing casually, watching the night sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel their eyes lock on to you the second you step outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fortunately, few ponies went anywhere near the reflection pond, so you head that way as quick as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s fairly deep into the forest, and off the cobblestone pathways the guests usually restrained themselves to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s a beautiful area, though the foliage gets so thick you can barely see your sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only light was provided by a series of glowing red and yellow roses, which dotted the periphery of the dirt path.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If the flowers weren&quot;t so beautiful, it would feel almost dangerous, with how dark and isolated it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sometimes, you would come out here and just lounge when you had downtime, so that-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear a stick snap, and immediately you feel yourself jump into defensive posture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're not at the pond yet.</span><br />&quot;Who&quot;s there!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn around slowly, suddenly on edge, keeping an eye out in all directions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your guard said this creature was exotic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who knows what it could do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stupid. You should&quot;ve asked for somepony to accompany you, but you were too caught up in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You prepare a teleportation spell, determined to return with guards, and that&quot;s when you feel claws slip-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wait, those aren&quot;t claws, they&quot;re something else-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something you were intimately familiar with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fingers slip around your jaw, and they roughly pull your head to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time almost seems to slow down as your head turns, the dim light of the gardens illuminating the features of your assailant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you&quot;re caught up in the moment, you meet eyes with a memory.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t believe what you&quot;re seeing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t believe any of your senses, for that matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing before you, still half-submerged in your signature turn-to-mist spell, is the only student you ever took.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And, before your banishment, the only creature you would really count amongst your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time seems to grind fully to a halt as he pulls you in and captures your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His hands shift from your muzzle to the back of your head, and pulls you firmly against him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s all you can do to stand there, your body frozen with shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel helpless as his body presses hard against you, and you shift back on the ground until you&quot;re pushed up against an oak tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With each step, more of his body manifests, emerging from the spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes slowly drink in every detail they can, the seconds it takes feeling like hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He&quot;s exactly like you remember.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even the little details.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually, you manage to get control of yourself, your lungs screaming out for oxygen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you deny them, and instead take the opportunity to push back against him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wings flare out and wrap around him, pulling his body flush against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His tongue flicks at your lips, asking for access, and you don&quot;t for a second deny him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel, dimly, an old magic bond the two of you shared flaring up in your horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And for a while, the two of you are content to sit there in a relatively chaste embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Chaste for the way you two had usually embraced, anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unfortunately, eventually biology demands you separate, and you can barely prevent yourself from collapsing to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both of you can&quot;t help but wheeze, trying to catch your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no idea how long you were kissing, but it felt like forever.</span><br /><br />&quot;Anon&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can barely get the words out, all the air still gone from your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He doesn&quot;t give you the chance to properly recover as he assaults your lips again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But this time you give back as good as you get, and you manage to shove him back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Just like old times, the two of you start fighting for control, each trying to dominate the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel his magic pressuring your legs, and fight back with some of your own, sending the two of you toppling over one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You deftly recovered and clashed again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It doesn&quot;t take long for you careen off the dirt path, into the denser forested parts of the garden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dozens of priceless, irreplaceable flowers are crushed as the two of you fight one another for control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An ancient oak tree was unfortunately felled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A path of utter destruction follows the two of you until you are well and truly lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re not sure how long it is before you wear one another out, but eventually you get the best of Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Right by another small pond, though it&quot;s not the one you had intended to find.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re on top of him now, both of you desperately trying to calm down as you stare into one another&quot;s eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your whole body felt hot, and your wings were stiffly extended out at your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You clench your hindlegs together, intent on not soiling your dress any more than it already is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Usually, after a fight like that, the two of you would be... doing something else.</span><br />&quot;I&quot; win&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You start coughing, your lungs screaming at you for being so rough with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous seems barely winded, and a finger moves up to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He boops your nose, causing you to scrunch it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You used to hate it when he did that, but you&quot;ll let it slide this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I still managed to scare you, Master Luna. I&quot;d say we&quot;re even.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His voice is exactly like you remember it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That gruff, young baritone which you could feel reverberate through your whole body.</span><br />&quot;I can&quot;t believe it&quot;s you. I&quot; I thought you were dead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your heart flutter as his hand moves to the back of your neck, scratching in little circles there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Little zaps of magic coming from his fingers, sending shivers down your spine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Just like he used to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Exactly as you taught him to, that late night more than a thousand years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It really is him&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I did promise that I&quot;d see you again, didn&quot;t I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shudder as you try to control your breathing, which is becoming an increasingly difficult task.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you collapse down on top of him, your hooves wrapped tightly around his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pony body wasn&quot;t meant to go through this many emotions this quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Especially after such an intense workout.</span><br />&quot;When you di-didn&quot;t come back at the same time I did, and Celestia told me what happened&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The words come out in a half-choked sob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest feels like it&quot;s going to explode with how fast your heart is beating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon shushes you, and you feel his strong arms wrap around you and rub between your wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And&quot; he nibbles a bit at your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can almost instantly feel a weird sense of relief flow through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like a blanket of nostalgia which soothes your aches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He still remembers all the things that calmed you down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He still remembers you.</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t know what to say, I just&quot; I missed you so much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel his arms tighten around you, shifting from a scratch to a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wings are pressed hard to your sides in his embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I missed you too, Lunie.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The two of you stayed there for a while, just laying together, until you had calmed down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt like you were crushing him, but the one time you tried to move off he tightened his grip on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So, you stayed on top of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He made you feel so safe, and comfortable, and&quot; Wanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything you hadn&quot;t felt since you came back.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;ve got so much to show you. Everything&quot;s changed!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help your voice cracking slightly at the exclamation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A rumble comes from his chest as he lets out a little chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;m sure it has, I had the opportunity to see some of it on my way here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t help but keep rubbing yourself against him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Every inch of contact makes you feel as though you were on fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bond you felt with him seemed to grow stronger with each second you spent together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could almost taste his emotions again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Not much, though. I had somepony to find as soon as I could. Didn&quot;t expect ol&quot; Sunny to move things to Canterlot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You growl in approval at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your human had better have come looking for you first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had gone looking for him first thing upon your return, after all. It&quot;s only fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But, that does bring a question to your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If Celestia was wrong about what happened to Anon, then...</span><br />&quot;Where were you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Princess? Princess Luna, are you okay!? Are you out here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You immediately shoot up, focusing your attention on the voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several ponies&quot; shouts echo out through the woods, clearly searching for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No doubt some ponies having heard your little fight earlier, and the destruction would leave them worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back to Anonymous, who pulls himself up into a sitting position, his hands extended out behind him to keep him level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Seems we have company coming.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You gaze out into the forest, trying to gauge how far out they are with your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to spend as much time with Anonymous as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you knew if you and him just ran away right now, you would cause a panic.</span><br />&quot;I&quot; I need to go back, ponies will start to panic if I&quot;m gone too long.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He gives you a knowing smile, and nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You still can&quot;t believe what you&quot;re looking at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;ll wait for you. I&quot;ve waited this long, a little while longer won&quot;t kill me. I just couldn&quot;t resist pulling you away for a few minutes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And suddenly, you know where you remember Silver Breeze from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An illusion, one which you taught him to use to call you away from the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to pull yourself away from his side, but you hesitate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It feels almost like if you get up and leave, he&quot;ll disappear as quickly as he appeared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the calming feeling of his hand on your neck soothes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;ll still be here, I promi-.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You could come with me. I could make a spot for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You blush a little at the way you just blurt it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That&quot;s probably a terrible idea, it would offend the heck out of the nobles that some foreigner gets their seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you can&quot;t be bothered to plan right now, you&quot;re much too excited for that!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can barely keep yourself from hopping in place as it stands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous just chuckles, running his hand down your back again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;d hate to steal the spotlight on your night. I can wait, just don&quot;t make me wait too long.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give him a glare, but his serene smile is unwavering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can see he means it, but you don&quot;t want to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But... he's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s a struggle, but eventually you tear yourself away from him, heading in the direction the two of you came from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stop briefly at the exit of the clearing, looking back at him.</span><br />&quot;I will come back as soon as I can. I might even be able to close up the evening early, if we are lucky.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I eagerly await your return.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You made your way back as quickly as possible, your chest thudding uncontrollably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually, you came across a troupe of guards and two nobleponies, and they all fussed over your torn dress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was news to you that it was torn, in fact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You assured them it was nothing important, and that you had dealt with the &quot;threat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If anything, that only seemed to make them more interested in pressing you for details.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Details which you were unable to give, as you moved back to the party in a dazed state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It only got worse back at the dinner table, with everypony seeming upset by your lightly dishevelled state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You tried to engage, but your brain wouldn&quot;t let you focus on the conversation with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When they eventually realized they couldn&quot;t pull details from you, and you were fine, the concern faded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was impossible to keep the goofy smile off your face, either way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were now done your third plate of food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Despite being only peckish earlier, you suddenly felt starving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like you had a thirst for life again.</span><br />&quot;Miss Glacier, I think we were interrupted, were we not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems surprised that you addressed her, this time with your mouth full.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re so high you can't feel your insecurities.</span><br />&quot;It is an old dress, from before my departure. It carries a certain feeling of nostalgia for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous had a hand in its design, but you don&quot;t share that detail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn&quot;t seem to know how to reply for a moment, thrown for a loop by your changed manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually she does compose herself, and make out a diplomatic response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh, but it&quot;s damaged now! I&quot;m sure I could find somepony to patch it up for you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Earlier tonight, you would have been devastated about the state of the dress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even f she could fix it, it still wouldn&quot;t return it to the state it was in before, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But right now, you had a far superior source of comfort waiting for you.</span><br />&quot;I shall consider it, my little pony.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were mostly on autopilot for the rest of dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At some point, you noticed that you were throwing back wine like you were alone in your room on an average day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s not like you could focus if you wanted to, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Tia would probably give you a lecture if she saw how careless you were being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you had more important concerns than a lecture from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just wanted to finish and get back out into the gardens, before Anonymous disappeared again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I see you&quot;re wearing that dress again, Lulu.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You flinch at Celestia&quot;s voice over your shoulder, as she whispers to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And instantly, whispers about her spread through the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try not to look too guilty as you look up at Celestia, and she levitates a napkin to your muzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You may have spilled a little wine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your cheeks light up in red as she treats you like a foal, wiping your cheek.</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s a nice dress.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles, but it&quot;s an oddly sad looking smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like she wants to say something, but is biting her tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It is very nice. I see you are wearing the ring as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look up at your horn, crossing your eyes a bit, looking at the little black ring wrapped around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s a part of the dress.</span><br />&quot;Well, the outfit does not work without the ring.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She nods, humming for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems to be contemplating something, looking out over the assembly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Things were getting more active, as ponies were trying to burn themselves out before the end of the party.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few of them were also heading your way, having spotted Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If you would like, I could handle the close for you. I&quot;m proud of you for handling the opening speech.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost drop your wine glass from your magic at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look up at her in awe, stunned she&quot;s willing to let you off the hook.</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yes, Luna. I can see you&quot;re a little out of it, go have fun.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn&quot;t get out of that hall fast enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had leaped up to give 'Tia a hug, and then promptly ran right past her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time you weren&quot;t particularly concerned about keeping up regal appearances as you bolted for the gardens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re sure &quot;Tia would understand, once she knew what happened!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe she already knew, given her offer to excuse you from the Solstice celebrations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Whatever her reasons, you owed her a present of some kind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quickly, you found your way to the path of destruction you had woven into the forest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The beauty was entirely lost on you, this trip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In no time, you find your way back to the small clearing the two of you had stopped in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you slowed your approach as you got closer, and slipped into mist yourself as he came into view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Moving your ethereal form into a bush, deciding to just watch him for a moment while you calmed down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now that he was at least in sight, you felt much more comfortable. He couldn&quot;t just disappear on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He&quot;s lying beside the water, a small projection of the galaxy spinning in his hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile as you watch him from the bushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You taught him that spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You taught him it when you were trying to teach him how to paint the sky with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When he learned how to move the stars in his own little universe, he had learned how to move your stars as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Excitement spreads throughout you at the sight, seeing another thing he remembers from your lessons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After all this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Momentarily, your eyes shift from him to his surroundings, assessing the little clearing the two of you found.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He&quot;s right beside the pond, inattentive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wouldn&quot;t take much of a nudge to send him toppling in&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He wouldn&quot;t mind, would he?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No. You knew Anonymous better than anypony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He loved tricks, even at his own expense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus, turnabout is fair play for his ambush on you earlier.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mareish screech he lets out before he&quot;s dunked under the pond has you immediately in stitches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The water splashes up to the tree-tops with the force you throw him into the pond with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The water crashes down all throughout the clearing, the drops distorting the soft light from the glowing flowers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even when the initial splash settles, the water continues to wildly fly around as he tries to get his feet on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Stars, that is cold!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Floating out from your bush, you moved over to the shoreline and let yourself materialize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You used to do this to him all the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There was a little lake out by the old retreat you had with him, up North.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The two of you would dive from the cliffs adjoining it into the cold waters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it was always funnier when you shoved him off those cliffs...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's tough not to grin as he finally manages to get himself right, and glares up at you from beneath his dripping bangs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t help cracking up from the shore as your human stands up, his clothing soaked through.</span><br />&quot;Gotcha.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He blows the hair out of his face, and crosses his arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's pretending to be mad, but you know it's an act.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That was horribly immature, Lunie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He should&quot;ve known better than to have let his guard down!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You always get vengeance!</span><br />&quot;T&quot;was fair play, Anonymous! You used my spell to surprise me, and now you have suffered the price.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; For a second, a flash of anxiety hits you at your archaic pronunciation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it immediately fades as you see him smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's like a drug you can't get enough of, like the salve for your problems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're so caught up looking at his little angry eyes that you don't notice the water glowing blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You also don't notice when the entire contents of the pond is floating over your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, all's fair in love and war.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually, Anonymous conceded you the victory, yet again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time he seemed genuinely exhausted, unlike last time you won.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And thoroughly soaked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He couldn&quot;t quite match his teacher in magic, just yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So now the two of you were laying in the hole which used to be a pond, laying on your backs looking up at the stars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small circle was cleared in the forest right above you, just enough to give you a good view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had even gone the extra mile of clearing out the clouds above the clearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And that one? I don&quot;t recognize the pattern.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to follow his finger, and see a few stars that are part of a pattern you set up last year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That one didn&quot;t exist back in his time&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your time, you suppose.</span><br />&quot;Sagittarius is the constellation. It&quot;s new, but you can&quot;t really see the full pattern from here&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost want to burn down a section of the forest so he can see it, but you control yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No need to bring more attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He hums, his fingers shifting slightly to another batch of stars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It looks a bit like you&quot;ve changed Leo.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You narrow your eyes, and look up at the sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He&quot;s right, Leo does look different, but you&quot;re not sure why&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That&quot;s not-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And suddenly, it dawns on you.</span><br />&quot;You changed it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He can&quot;t even hide his guilt, a cheeky smile breaking out on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You kick him in the ribs with a hoof, before igniting your horn to fix the constellation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You huff and cross your hooves over your barrel, feigning some outrage of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You always loved when he played with your stars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But&quot; that does bring a thought to your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn&quot;t get a good view of the stars from here, but&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did have somewhere that would work. Somewhere he would probably love to see after so long.</span><br />&quot;Hey Anon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks over at you, and peaks an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yes Luna?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grin.</span><br />&quot;Hold your breath.&quot;<br /><br />Act II &quot; A Memory Experienced<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smell of chlorine, typical of teleportation, fills your nostrils as you complete the spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s accompanied by the minty scent of a drying spell, wringing the moisture from your fur and Anon&quot;s clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Couldn&quot;t have either of you get sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The refined, elegant, and warm gardens of Canterlot are gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now, the two of you stand in relatively deep snow atop a cliff on the Western Equestrian shoreline.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was a very, very far away from anypony who would come looking for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The snowstorm has long since passed here, and the skies were clear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s freezing out, but you can barely feel it over the warmth you feel flooding your system.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, you can feel it a little in your hooves, but that&quot;s alright.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh Stars, my head&quot; You should warn me before you do that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back to Anonymous, who is shaking the dizziness from his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sheepishly smile back at him, bringing up a wing tip to cover your mouth to cover your amused smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You forgot how bad he was at teleportation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Made him feel all off-balance, given his center of gravity.</span><br />&quot;I did warn you! Now come on, we need to get out of the wind!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have to shout it to him over the whipping sound of the gales surrounding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He starts trudging forwards, trying to follow you as you practically skip over the snow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If it wasn&quot;t so windy, you would consider just flying up the little hill to your destination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could just drag him with you in your magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Where the hell are we going?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back, and notice that he&quot;s still not paying attention to his surroundings, his eyes focused solely on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a gesture of your wing, you point towards the end of the outcropping you were on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Towards a large, looming tower atop a cliff by the ocean.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The terrain was treacherous, but you loved the walk to the tower all the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you were a filly, you used to make this trek all the time, because nopony else was willing to risk the trip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It gave you the isolation you had always craved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s almost vertical at some points as you move up the jagged terrain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But eventually, the two of you make it up to the flat area the tower was built upon, both of you winded from the trip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight is breathtaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Up here, there was nothing but sea and sky for miles in each direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even the snow couldn&quot;t hold to the ground in these conditions, lush green grass covering the plateau and adding to the surreal look of the area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And the tower itself...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; From this vantage point, it looks as imposing as the day you built it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More-so, even, with all the little parts of the tower where stones had fallen loose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A silent monument to your ability to bend the world, back when you had something to prove to everypony.</span><br />&quot;Remember?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You finally chance a look back to Anonymous now that you&quot;re clear of the dangerous part of the trip, and you can see him staring open-mouthed at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can see the nostalgia in his eyes as he stares at the cold stone structure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try not to look as elated as you see recognition flash cross his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh, I remember it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You make a very undignified noise of excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It looks... different, though. I doubt I&quot;d risk breaking into it in this condition.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You tug at his shoulder with your magic, breaking his concentration, and practically break into a gallop for the door to the tower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ancient, well-worn cloth banners bearing your Cutie Mark billow by the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Enchanted to last a long time, but not forever against the harsh conditions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your old home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The place the two of you first met.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fortunately, the inside of the building didn&quot;t match the deteriorated look of its exterior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn't nearly as intimidating, either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The room immediately fills you with a certain sense of comfort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cold cobblestone outside yields to a dark-but-cozy wooden interior, the walls lined with filled bookshelves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The wood was old and graying, but it only added to the charm of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The books were a recent addition by Twilight Sparkle, when she was visiting last Summer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She had used this place to stargaze during the summer months, with your permission.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I don&quot;t remember all this wood. It&quot;s much too cozy for a tyrant&quot;s evil lair.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You blush at the comment, thinking back to all your immature architectural decisions as a filly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You used to think the place looked nice when it looked like a torture chamber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Somehuman talked you out of that, though.</span><br />&quot;Well, before the banishment, I did some renovations&quot; I had to keep my prince locked away somewhere, after all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a snap of Anonymous&quot; fingers, a fire erupts in the fireplace, and you can suddenly see the room much better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Its warmth starts to fill the room, and the flickering light makes your shadows dance on the walls.</span><br />&quot;After all, I&quot;m sure if I left you alone with the tower, I&quot;d come back to find the whole thing pink.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He grins, and you can see the temptation in his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fortunately for the mood, he restrains himself, instead peering wistfully out a little window by the door at the ocean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Seems like we were here for years, and then just&quot; abandoned it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh, and cast your gaze through the room.</span><br />&quot;Maybe we should&quot;ve just stayed here forever&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you hadn&quot;t tried to rally ponies against your sister, then maybe you could have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The two of you could&quot;ve just stayed away from the rest of the world, unravelling the mysteries of magic together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it wasn't too late for things to turn out that way.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I think this was exactly where I was standing when you called me a knave for the first time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His words sound wistful, like he wishes he were back in that moment all over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems a little awed by the whole thing, and that fact causes you to radiate pride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You made a good choice of sights to show.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hadn&quot;t actually brought him to this little retreat since that first night.</span><br />&quot;A little left, actually. I always kept the chest right by that table.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks over at the table, and chews on the inside of his cheek.</span><br />&quot;I believe it was also the first time I called you a slew of other things.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods, caught up in his memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;First time you tied me up, too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thought sends little flutters through you, and you wish the room looked like it did back then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could catch him stealing from you all over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And punish him, again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The chest isn&quot;t there now, but it was a brilliantly decorated one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Solid oak, a gift from the Earth Ponies for defeating Discord.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s in Canterlot, now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It would have been such a good heist, but somepony had to ruin it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile, settling in near the fireplace for a moment to warm up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous comes and joins you, his warm arm sliding over your withers.</span><br />&quot;It is not my fault you were the worst thief in the history of Equestria. Trying to steal from the evil princess in her looming tower of darkness.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The memory still feels vivid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like a foal caught stealing from the cookie jar, you found him sifting through your things uninvited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were almost too shy at the time to even challenge him, but something had clicked with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, naturally, you tied him up and roped him into your experiments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so much more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He scoffs, his hands doing circles through your ethereal mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He occasionally interrupts the spell on it to grab a strand, weaving his fingers through it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;As I recall, you were supposed to be at some diplomatic meeting. How could I anticipate a negligent princess?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean into his touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It all turned out fine despite you having overslept by about three days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still, it didn&quot;t stop you from taking the moral high ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You tut, like Celestia did whenever you messed up.</span><br />&quot;No excuses, young colt. I should hope you study your targets a bit better, now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wing extends out, around his back, pulling him closer to you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel his other hand start running through your feathers, sending pleasant tingles through the wing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course, I&quot;m sure Celestia will be an easier target.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You poke him in the cheek with your horn, mushing his face up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You used to threaten him like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A threat to impale him on your horn and parade him around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Initially, it was a serious threat. It later became a sexy threat.</span><br />&quot;No raids on powerful ponies, I will not tolerate you getting abducted by another princess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You might actually be willing to fight your sister again if she even tried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He gives you an amused smirk, before he nods and his eyes shifting back to the fireplace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Didn&quot;t plan on it, Lunie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His hand wanders, and rubs at your chest, his fingers weaving through the fur above your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to hesitate for a moment, before he comments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I only have one mark, these days. Only one thing I want to steal, too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It takes you a moment to clue in on his meaning, but when you do you slap your hooves to your muzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t help but burst into a fit of giggles at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon&quot;s cheeks turn a little red, but he keeps up his smile as you try to get control of your laughter.</span><br />&quot;Anon, that might just be the cheesiest line I&quot;ve heard you use.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I learned from the best.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn&quot;t long before you decided the tower was warm enough, and that the two of you headed up top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After all, the good show wasn&quot;t just the room where the two of you met.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sights from the top of the tower were second to none.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The journey up the tower is one of coy playfulness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous keeps trying to tickle your wingjoints, and that one spot behind your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You keep trying to tickle under his arms with your wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The two of you would periodically tackle one another, and it would invariably end with a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had accidentally broken the metal railing on the stone steps repeatedly by this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Almost fallen off the side once, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s probably not very safe to be roughhousing on stairs, but&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Tia isn&quot;t here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No nobleponies or guards are here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There&quot;s no one to judge you, and tell you you&quot;re doing things wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only you and Anonymous, and the two of you were basically the same creature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, the two of you would play at every opportunity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When the two of you did make it to the top, it was fairly obvious that Twilight had been the last to use the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Astronomy equipment was well-organized against the far wall, and the room was extremely well organized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The walls all had large windows through which you could see the outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A spell cast long ago keeping barriers over the glass to keep it insulated and protective.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The external terrace surrounding the room had clearly fallen into substantial disrepair, with large sections missing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the room itself seemed in good condition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Damn, that&quot;s beautiful.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You see Anonymous looking out at the ocean, with your moon looming large in the sky above it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He had seen that same view a million times, but it is quite the view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really should come here to make your nights, on reflection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll be coming here more often generally.</span><br />&quot;Come on, it looks even better outside.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It&quot;s quite the view. This new sky layout must have taken you ages to plan and craft properly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous is sitting with his legs over the edge of the terrace, gazing at the sky through a circle he made with his fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A vision amplification spell was active in the circle, letting him see your sky in detail, as though using a telescope.</span><br />&quot;Well, it's fun to make it look nice. Plus, I can hide all sorts of things in it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods, shifting forward a little more to get a better view of the sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wish he would pull his legs back from over the edge, but he was adamant on sitting like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While it's a little bit worrying, you don't panic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would catch him if he fell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus, it added a bit of a thrill to the two of you teasing one another.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;ve been working hard on it since my return. &quot;Tia never had the same love for painting I did, so it&quot; wilted a bit, in the interim.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nuzzle at his neck, nibbling here and there at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the little spikes of excitement he gets from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the shivers down his spine like they&quot;re your own.</span><br />&quot;Plus, I haven&quot;t had a certain somehuman to distract me from my work all the time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He chuckles, continuing to scan your sky with his little spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In the back of your mind, you dimly wonder what he might change about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If he would change anything, that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Would he have made the same choice with Orion&quot;s Belt that you did?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, we&quot;ll have to fix that. Can&quot;t have you becoming a bore like Sunny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You giggle, and giggle a bit more when he can&quot;t suppress a quiet groan as your tongue flicks at his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Right beside that little scar you made on a particularly fun night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His weak point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But when your eyes draw back out to the ocean, your eyes are stuck on the moon, without your silhouette in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t help suddenly wondering something.</span><br />&quot;What happened to you, Anon?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Hmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous stiffens next to you, pretending to have not heard your question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pause, feeling a little unsure about how to rephrase it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It seemed fair enough, didn&quot;t it? Surely he knew what happened to you, after all.</span><br />&quot;Well, I was banished&quot; but Celestia told me that you died from a spell somepony cast. She was clearly wrong, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He scoffs, dropping the magic from his hand and shooting you a look of disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He puffs up with a bit of feigned indignation, as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What, you honestly thought somepony could out cast me? I&quot;m offended, Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You roll your eyes at that, given you beat him twice tonight alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And suddenly, you feel a little bubble of concern growing in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why is he dodging the question?</span><br />&quot;So what did happen?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His smile falters for a moment, and his suddenly eyes aren&quot;t able to meet yours, instead looking back out at the ocean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And for the first time, you feel a little awkwardness seep into the conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s&quot; weird. You don&quot;t think you&quot;ve ever had an awkward moment with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even the first day you met the two of you were able to speak open and honestly with each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, I&quot;ll tell you tomorrow. How about that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You flinch, and immediately you feel regret flush through him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes are immediately back on yours, and you feel his hands go to the sides of your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let him turn your head back, so that you're looking at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A quick peck removes the frown from your face, but you still don&quot;t understand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;m not keeping secrets, Luna. I just can&quot;t go giving you all the spoilers out of the gate.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time it&quot;s your eyes that wander away from his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But he&quot;s not having any of that, and pulls you in tight for a much firmer kiss.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His lips feel cold, but it doesn&quot;t stop you from matching his intensity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to press him, to make him tell you now, but&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your senses are on fire as the two of you kiss, and you can feel his magic attacking all your weak points.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It sends a crazy rush of adrenaline to be doing this while so precariously sitting on an edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Neither of you were in any real danger, but&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your instincts were screaming at you to run away, and it made everything feel more intense for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; By the time the two of you separate, you were feeling thoroughly flustered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You huff.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re cheating.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He huffs back, sticking out his tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Do I need to cheat some more, or is that enough?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You growl a little bit at him, trying to make yourself look intimidating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe, if you tried to make him tell-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He touches his nose against yours, and instantly foils your attempt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So instead, you settle for a glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You bite your lip, and then shake your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I didn&quot;t make any sense to pursue this if it made him uncomfortable tonight.</span><br />&quot;Fine. You can tell me tomorrow, but no getting out of it at that point.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; And just like that, all the tension fades between the two of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous&quot; face morphs into a giant grin, and you exhale heavily, letting go of the stress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And once more the two of you connect, with a lot more vigour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Again, you feel the full spectrum of emotions and sensations flush through your system as he forcefully kisses you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost feel like he&quot;s going to shove you off the tower, he&quot;s being so passionate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But this time, you&quot;re not going to be satisfied with just kissing and petting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your magic slowly begins to envelop him, and you get ready to take what you&quot;ve been waiting all night for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel a burning need between your hindlegs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He owes you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you're going to collect even if it kills the two of you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door practically comes off its hinges as you throw him through it, and he crashes into a table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The enormous stack of books on the table flies off, crashing against the wall from the force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You weld the door to the walls with your magic to make sure it stayed closed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Couldn&quot;t have any distractions, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before he could even get up off the table, you were on top of him again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now, your snarl comes off as a lot more threatening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lowered, like a predator, until your head was beside his ear.</span><br />&quot;I hope you&quot;re ready, my faithful student. Class is in session.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a touch of illusion magic, you grazed your new artificial canines over his earlobe, and you felt him shudder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you felt his magic suddenly overpower yours, and he threw you back over onto a dresser.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mirror behind it shattered on contact, and the glass rained down over the two of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn&quot;t even feel it as he roughly pressed up against you, finding a place between your spread legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He pushed you roughly up against the broken mirror, and roughly grabs your face as he kisses you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And when he pulls away, he moves for your ear, mirroring your earlier move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;ve got an admission to make&quot; I&quot;ve been holding back a bit tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel his magic keeping you locked firmly in place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he says it, combined with your limited movement, sets you off like crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He pushes closer, and you can feel him press up against you down below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh, stars&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon, I&quot;ve got to tell you something&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel your torn dress slowly slide out from under you, his magic finding all the clasps easily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Hmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grin, and your horn flares.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re not as strong as you think.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; And with that, you fling him heavily against the far side of the room, slamming into a bookshelf.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And instantly, his clothing evaporates in your magical hold, exposing his physique to your hungry eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was going to be fun.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can barely breathe as you pull the blankets up over yourself and Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The room is, well...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Destroyed seems an accurate word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A window was shattered, and you had a spell covering the hole to keep the room warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The room is now down two chairs, which had been ejected through the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bed you were laying on had two of the legs removed and was slanted sideways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The books Twilight had left here were a smouldering heap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her astronomy equipment has been effectively crushed when you had been thrown off the bed at one point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight would not be happy next time she came here, to find the room in a state of disaster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it was worth it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt unbelievably good right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hadn&quot;t felt so alive since your return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s just like back when the two of you would &quot;play&quot; back in the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Each vying to exert their will on the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was all a show, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The two of you would never really hurt one another in any sort of permanent way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not anymore, anyhow. You had learned the lesson of safety when you had almost killed him when you were younger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the two of you knew one another so well you knew exactly how far to push the envelope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually, the two of you called it a draw, both far too drained and satisfied to carry on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You might be covered in bruises and cuts, but the pain mixed perfectly with the pleasant tingles you felt all over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Especially with Anonymous laying behind you, an arm laying loosely over your torso.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The moon had nearly set, and Celestia&quot;s sun was dawning out East.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ordinarily you would be going to sleep right about now, but your mind was too active to let you go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brain was still flush with excitement and energy, despite your physical weariness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn&quot;t want to go to bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, to distract yourself, you nudged Anonymous with a hoof, earning yourself a tired little mumble.</span><br /><br />&quot;You know, Anon, I have some friends now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Again, a groan as he shifts and pulls his way behind you, properly taking on the role of big spoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel him clawing his way back from the brink of sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He hums from behind you, absentmindedly nipping at your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Friends? Luna, the Princess of the Night, has taken the opportunity to make some friends? Maybe I am dead after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hip-check him under the covers, and scowl back at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With how bad your flank is hurting right now, that probably hurt you more than it hurt him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fortunately it&quot;s the good kind of hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He just keeps up his trademark smirk.</span><br />&quot;I made friends with you, you dolt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can already hear his retort before he even says it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bond feels so strong right now, it&quot;s almost overwhelming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Did you abduct them as well?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You roll your eyes, but can&quot;t help but smile at his little quips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew he wasn&quot;t actually upset about you taking him under your wing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He used to talk at length about how you had given his life meaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What he didn&quot;t know is he did the same for you.</span><br />&quot;I want you to meet them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He hums in the affirmative, and you wince slightly as his hands graze over your chest fluff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the tell-tale feeling of magic from his hands, and a chestnut smell hits your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A sleep spell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I would love to, Luna. But first I think we both need to sleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give him a look as your eyelids start getting heavier, and you let out a sleepy yawn.</span><br />&quot;Cheater.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You know it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the warmth of unconsciousness circling its way around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe your friends would like him... He's basically you, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to reach out to snuff out the candle with your magic, but you feel far too tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your horn simply fizzles out when you try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Good night, Luna.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good night, Anon.&quot;<br /><br />Act <span class="nu0">3</span> &quot; A Memory Fades<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It&quot;s time to wake up, Lunie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fought waking up for as long as you could, but eventually the conditions in the room became overwhelming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cold drip of water on your back, soaking into the blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The wind flying through the room, chilling you to your core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The struggle breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you eventually do muster up the courage to wake up properly, you still can&quot;t open your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The brief second that you do, white hot pain lances through your skull, and you quickly close them again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Instead, you lay there in those miserable conditions, trying to focus on your breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Through your mouth, given your nose is plugged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's worse than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt hungover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re shivering, but you can&quot;t adjust yourself to get warmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your whole body is sore, almost to the point of being unable to move it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, while you collect yourself, you just lay there in the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You need to get ready, you can&quot;t sleep in all day. I&quot;ll help you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a while, you force your eyes open, enduring the pain of the dim afternoon sunlight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your pillow is thoroughly saturated in blood, your nose still steadily dripping blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re essentially laying in a puddle of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Magical exhaustion tended to cause that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a little stretch, you yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ignoring the enormous pain flaring throughout your body, you try to pull yourself up into a sitting position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You manage it on your third try, though you fall off the bed promptly afterward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cold stone which felt so soothing last night just feels miserable now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost want to just keep laying there for the rest of the night, ignore your duties.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you had things you needed to get back to, or Celestia would be upset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, you force yourself up once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can&quot;t bring yourself to look back at the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You never could look back after one of your nights with Anonymous.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you finally manage to pull yourself up, you try to ignite your horn to fix the window, but it doesn&quot;t even manage to fizzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Crossing your eyes and looking up, you spot the problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The little onyx ring locked around your horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stupid, stupid stupid. Reckless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That was horribly immature, Lunie. You could have hurt yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scoff at that, more concerned that you could have accidentally damaged the ring in your sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That would be unforgivable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gently, and almost losing your balance in the process, you reach up and pull the shimmering black band off of your horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pain lances through you as you do, your magic completely over-taxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at it for a moment, before resting it gently on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s probably why you feel so cold inside, as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting there for a moment, you try to get a hold of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try desperately to cling to your memories of last night, drawing some comfort from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The dull throb of your wounds the only real reminder that it actually happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, that and the total absence of access to your magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn&quot;t feel your magic at all, it was so thoroughly exhausted from last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking out the broken window, you feel guilt bubbling up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sun is almost setting, it&quot;s already about to be night time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was the time of year when the night was longer, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were being irresponsible again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Tia was going to have to handle the moon tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Tia would also be expecting you to show up for Night Court.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You needed to get back to Canterlot, ponies needed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down at yourself, and you grimace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn&quot;t go back to Canterlot like this, you needed to fix yourself&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But first, you needed to better assess what your state was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so, you shamble over to the half-shattered mirror by the dresser.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look terrible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fur is saturated in blood from your muzzle down to your barrel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fur elsewhere is matted, sticky in some places and damp in others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes have deep bags under them, and are bloodshot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your feathers are stuck out at awkward angles, the quills in dire need of a preening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And your body is covered in little cuts and bruises from your activities the night before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Luna, you need to stop doing this to yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel his voice echoing in your mind from a long time ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake your head a little bit, trying to break yourself out of your stupor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to shake his voice out of your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Besides, your appearance isn&quot;t what cuts you the deepest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That was all superficial, and would fade given rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you had your magic, you could have fixed it all easily within seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No, the real damage was to something far more precious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your dress was in a ruined pile at the foot of the dresser, casually discarded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost have a breakdown when you notice that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One of the clips was broken, and the fabric was torn in several spots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The little pieces of jewelry which connected it to the ring were snapped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hadn&quot;t meant to go so overboard last night, but when you were under the spell, sometimes&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was difficult to fully think things through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was impossible to think much at all while you were under its influence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Especially when you altered your memories to eliminate the set-up for a night like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gently, you lifted up the remnants of the dress, and tucked them under your wing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you got the ring off the table, doing the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you left the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You never looked back at the cold, empty bed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It took you a while, but eventually you managed to make your way back down the tower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The fire had long since died out in the hearth on the main floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There was a wash basin here, fed from the water of the ocean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You quickly dip into it, trying to scrub away some of the blood from your muzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s freezing cold, but you feel numb anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cold wouldn&quot;t kill you. The cold was your domain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Besides, if you did make it back to Canterlot in time, you didn&quot;t want ponies to panic about your state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Especially given they thought you were in a fight last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once you felt suitably clean, you pulled yourself back out of the wash basin, shaking yourself as dry as you could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pulling on a set of saddlebags, you placed the ring and the remnants of your dress in them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you push open the wooden door to the tower, you feel your hooves lock up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don&quot;t want to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I&quot;ll still be here, I promise.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You flinch at the voice in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He lied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was always the worst part, when you couldn&quot;t see or feel him anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Just the thoughts pounding away in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even when you manage to get outside, into the whipping ocean winds, you can&quot;t help but look back at the tower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tower where you kept your prince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;ll need to fix it up. He wouldn&quot;t be happy with the state it was getting into.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you can find the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking over to the rocky outcropping, you flare out your wings, feeling the wind catch them fairly well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wouldn&quot;t be an easy flight, but you should be able to make it back to Canterlot in good time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You weren&quot;t sure how long it would be before you returned, but hopefully it would be soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I can wait, just don&quot;t make me wait too long.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The voices stopped half-way back to Canterlot, and you weren&quot;t sure whether you were happy or sad about that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt sick each time you heard his voice, but it felt worth it at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were so caught up in your head you barely realized it when you reached Canterlot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now, you were just trying to get back to your room before you got discovered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While you were somewhat patched up, your state was still less than perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just had to avoid Cel-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cringe, letting out a curse under your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She had a penchant for showing up when you least wanted her to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You must look like a filly caught sneaking back into the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over your shoulder, you see Celestia approaching with a sad smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She probably saw you miles before you landed, and had planned to intercept you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel embarrassed under her gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She motions for you to come into the dining room, and you oblige her, walking with your head down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There&quot;s practically a feast spread out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You had a good day, I take it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod, feeling almost like you&quot;re under interrogation as the two of you take up seats together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take off your saddlebag and place it on the table, as carefully as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was often like this after you went out with Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gazing across the spread, you feel completely uninterested in all the foods on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You ate last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn&quot;t need to eat for a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could eat in a few days, maybe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nevertheless, you keep your eyes locked on the plates of food, using them as a distraction from &quot;Tia&quot;s judgmental stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Listen, Lulu, I know it&quot;s a tough time of year for you, but&quot; you should be a bit more careful.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod, but still don&quot;t look at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And eventually, as always, she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;A lot of ponies were worried about how erratic your behaviour was last night.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;I&quot;m sorry, &quot;Tia.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; An apology, but not a promise you won&quot;t do it again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She knew as well as you did that you couldn&quot;t make a promise like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I know you are, Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not an acceptance, because she was still going to try to convince you to give up on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Later, you knew. She never tried so soon after you got back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And so that uncomfortable silence settles between the two of you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The same silence that settles between you and everypony.</span><br />&quot;I need to speak with Lady Glacier. I&quot; damaged my dress.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Celestia nods, still seeming unsure as to whether she should condone your behaviour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Condone you keeping the dress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She knew she shouldn&quot;t. It was self-destructive and reckless to stay trapped in the past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But she also knew how futile it would be for her to challenge you on it right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She couldn&quot;t take Anonymous away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would fight her before she could take your prince away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I saw that. I&quot;m sure she&quot;ll be happy to get it fixed for you. Maybe she could even become a new friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try not to let your emotions show when she says that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don&quot;t want it fixed, you want it like it was before. You want it like it was never damaged.</span><br />&quot;Maybe.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don&quot;t want another new friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want your old one back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tentatively, you lay a hoof on the saddlebag, thinking about what the repair would mean to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was an artificial memory better than a damaged one?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You&quot;re not so sure, anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I know you need to get ready for Court, so I won&quot;t keep you. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; These little artificial conversations felt almost routine now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Tia always so hopeful that you would find some way to break out of this.</span><br />&quot;Thank you. I&quot;ll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your room is the organized-chaos you usually left it in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your first stop is the bathroom, where you turn on the shower and let the water warm up while you walked up to your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You needed to get ready to run Court for the night, but you had something important to do first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gently, you lay out the destroyed dress on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would put it away more carefully later, when you could spare the magic to keep it safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even if it&quot;s damaged, you wouldn&quot;t let it get damaged any further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More importantly&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You reach under your bed, pulling out a small chest made of solid, ancient oak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The wood of the box is slowly decaying, much like your memory of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You open it carefully, gently, taking every precaution to keep the contents safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s full of little relics, ones you had collected since your return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mementos from all across the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You levitate out an ancient, yellowed envelope, and open it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Inside is a worn slip of faded paper with barely legible text on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stained from tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wrap the ring in the little paper letter, and slide it back into the envelope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You probably shouldn&quot;t keep the ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;s unhealthy. It keeps you living in the past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you can&quot;t let go. Not yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And with that thought, you place the envelope back into the box.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then you close the box back up, and slide it back under your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you could go a while longer before you needed to see him again, this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Slowly you were learning to depend on it less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The first few weeks after you found it, you had practically spent the entire time in a haze with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now, you only visited him a scant few times a year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; None of that mattered now, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Equestria demanded your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As it always did.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dear Master Luna,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; High Magister Anonymous, these days. I figure you&quot;ll get a kick out of that farce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I managed it with only a little bit of cheating, but I promise it's the kind you would approve of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I&quot;m writing to you because I have failed to live up to my end of our bargain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I&quot;m getting old.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I couldn&quot;t figure out the immortality spell we were working on. Or the suspended animation one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or pretty much any of the spells we were working on together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I haven&quot;t been able to figure out much without you, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess I wasn&quot;t such a good student.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Spent too much time flirting with teacher and not enough listening!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As of writing, I don&quot;t think I have much time left, so I&quot;ve decided to spend it working on something for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Enclosed is a ring enchanted with my memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You might recognize the ring, actually, if it isn&quot;t too long before you find this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You gave it to me decades ago to symbolize our promise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Our promise to see one another again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe this can uphold my end of the deal, even if only on a technicality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If I did it right, when you put it on you&quot;ll be able to see me again, whenever you want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It&quot;ll draw upon your magic, but you&quot;ve got more than enough of that to spare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully you&quot;ll see the me you remember, and not this decrepit thing I&quot;ve become.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I can&quot;t test it out myself, and I don&quot;t want someone else to use it, but the math all works out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I don&quot;t know how to get it to you, so I&quot;m leaving it at the place we first met.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I can tell you wanted to surprise me with the changes you made to the tower, but I&quot;m afraid I found that present early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully, when you come home, it'll still be here for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I&quot;ll always love you, Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I hope you find happiness again whenever you get back.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your most faithful student and loyal friend for eternity,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anonymous.</span></div></div>




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