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Post by Low Key on Oct 20, 2014 19:50:04 GMT -5
Low's breathing was beginning to slow down but the death glare kept up. Was Midnight insinuating that he was going to hurt Niara unconsciously? It was absolutely ludicrous! He would NEVER do anything to hurt her. In fact, he had gone out of his way in the past few days to try and savor every romantic moment with her. Still, the thought that he would use her after all that they had done together...he wouldn't be able to survive the guilt. If the event with Saline had nearly sapped his will to live, then a similar event with Niara would most certainly drive him insane.
"Midnight, I know you mean well but I am going to say this only once: stay out of my personal life. I've let you in too many times and I've come to regret it. I also don't want you watching over Niara and me like some guardian angel. You think that because you have an incredible magical power that you can play Celestia? No, I'll ask you for help when I need it."
His horn lights up and the front door opens, "I know I'll forgive you at a later date, but in the mean time...get out."
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 20, 2014 20:15:05 GMT -5
Her magic kept going as he seemed to be calming a bit. She set the pieces up on the board back to the way they were before he flung them off. She looked at him as her horn wasnt glowing as she did that "I know Key I do things that seem mean or sound that way." she began to look to the side "I am just trying to protect ponies or creatures I consider a friend. You have no idea how it is for me." she heard about playing Celestia and scoffed a bit
"If that is what you want then very well." she started to get up adjusting her saddlebag a bit as she tilted her head "I was actually hoping for some of that tea you said from earlier...perhaps later." she began to walk over to key "Before I leave a hug?"
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Post by Low Key on Oct 20, 2014 20:44:47 GMT -5
Low Key looked her up and down, cocking his eyebrow, "A hug? Fine."
As he leaned in, he put his fore leg around Midnight's neck and gave her his best attempt at a meaningless hug. Instead, as he stood in such close proximity to her, he couldn't help but remember back all those weeks ago when the two of them danced together. She was still wearing the same brand of perfume she did then...
Low gently shook his head to clear his thoughts, reminding himself as many times as he could that Niara would be home soon. He'd get his daily dose of romance while giving her a much-needed back massage. He couldn't understand how seriously some mares took shopping.
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 20, 2014 20:58:10 GMT -5
Starting to hug him back her magic began to work. Moving her head onto his shoulder so he couldnt see she teleported a small box from her saddlebag to the chessboard. Surrounding the box with pawns. Using her foreleg to keep him in the hug and softly said to him "You need to learn to dance better one day. You should take her dancing."
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Post by Low Key on Oct 20, 2014 21:05:14 GMT -5
Low was too romantic for his own good. He should have pushed Midnight away seconds ago, but instead he stayed in the embrace. After what she had just insinuated was within his aptitude, he wanted somepony to hug. He was an utter whore for physical contact, and his cheeks flushed as he realized that the hug had already gone on for much too long.
Finally releasing her, he said, "I should. Anyway, I'm afraid it's time for you to go."
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Post by Midnight Mind on Oct 21, 2014 7:27:01 GMT -5
"Ask me sometime I can give you lessons...free of charge of course." she said before feeling him break the hug. Smiling a bit she pulled back as she lifted her hoof booping his nose "Be safe you hear. If you need me for something just come get me ok?" smiling she headed for the door "Keep this Mare happy ok? Bye." she headed out the door closing it with her magic behind her
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Post by Low Key on Oct 21, 2014 12:53:53 GMT -5
As Midnight closes the door, Low locks it behind her. Shaking his head, he still could not believe how much of a hold this mare still had over him. One touch and he was putty in her hooves. What exactly did that make him? Was he a whore for physical contact, or was Midnight just that alluring? Maybe it was because she was his first; you never forget your first time, and perhaps it was that which gave him an emotional connection. Either way, he'd consider the dancing lessons, but he'd need to find a way to detach himself from Midnight. She'd know better than to take advantage of him again, but he'd need to learn how to concentrate.
It was a mistake inviting her over. What did he hope to accomplish? Every time they met, Low always came away with the feeling that he had been shafted some how. Still, he did at least get closure to that last chapter in his life. He'd probably still feel guilt over Saline, but that would ebb away in time.
Speaking of Midnight, her last few words to him started germinate an idea in his mind. Was he really a threat to Niara? Was he a ticking time bomb? He tried shaking his head to clear his thoughts, but it wouldn't let go. He wouldn't even know he was doing it, but he'd still hurt her. Pandemonium took hold in his mind as his paranoia tore his world apart. He couldn't stand the thought of doing anything to Niara, but if he wasn't in control as Midnight suggested then it could happen at any time.
Niara will join Saline. There is nothing he can do about it. Why? Because that's how he just is, an utter loser who deserves to die alone.
Frantically, he charges straight at the wall and crashes headfirst into it. The figurative feeling of his head being split apart is now replaced by the same feeling only literal. At least his mind was clear now. He look around the room and back to the table. As he started packing up the chessboard, his thoughts again drifted to Niara. He couldn't wait for her to get home so that he could...hug her. Is that it? What about...no, he didn't feel like it.
That was when he noticed the box on the chessboard. Levitating it up, he opened it and pulled out a pair of beautiful earrings similar to the ones that Midnight had worn. He grinned warmly as he set them back in the box and set the box off to the side. For being an arrogant, inconsiderate bitch, Midnight at least knew what mares wanted.
As Low put the chess set away and was bringing the tea set over to the kitchen, he thought again about what he and Niara were going to do when they got home. It was strange how suddenly he couldn't think about having sex with her without being overcome with a feeling of dread. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of the act, but he just felt...cruel. What proof did he have that this whole relationship wasn't just an elaborate hoax? What if he had manipulated Niara so well into thinking that he loved her that he actually believed his own lies? Just how much DID he love her? He remembered how he couldn't wait to get home after work to find Niara waiting for him in bed, but now...now it felt like all the love had been taken out of "making love".
As Low put the teacups and teapot away, he sighed loudly. What kind of stallion was he when even sex lost its fun?
[The End]
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