Chasing Applejack
Chapter 1: Do You Even See Me?
Load Full Story Next ChapterDo you even see me?
The dark, the light, and the normal shades of purple…
The curves and straight lines that make my shape…
The pink strand in the middle of it all.
Do you even see me, Applejack?
I’m not just a head in the sand, besides, beaches don’t appear in Ponyville.
Even though I’m just a bookworm in the middle of a small farm town doesn’t mean I’m invisible.
You and the rest of the girls did see me as the leader of our group.
But once I achieved my title...
You all pranced away.
You left me, alone in this white stone prison.
Now, you could say I had the Princesses to watch over me and keep me company, but I want you and the girls…
Scratch that.
I want you.
Yes, you.
Your orange curvy flank right in my chambers.
“Oh, did ya' really just write tha', Twi’?” you would ask in your southern accent.
I would reply with an affirmative, before looking down at my journal once again.
You would, then, approach me and try to look at what I’m writing.
I would blush, your face being so up close to mine.
You would begin to read, your green apple irises glancing over the words I wrote for you.
My heart would begin to race, the pace increasing as I see your head slowly lowering to compensate for the amount of words on the page.
Your eyes glazing over every word, entering your brain like the taste of an apple fritter covered in some silky smooth cream.
After you read over the pages, you would turn to me, your eyes watering up as if the floodgates were about to release.
You would say in that drawl once again, “Twi’, is this how ya' see me?”
I would sigh and just go with the music, my heart still unable to calm itself.
I would begin to tell the tale of how I felt so alone, even with you all around me.
There was something missing in my life…
I thought that friendship could fill the hole but...
I realized after having this friendship for quite some time…
It wasn’t enough.
No.
It was never enough.
I felt that hole widen every time my friendship with you all began to fade…
Except you.
You were the only one who stayed in touch with me daily by writing letters that would make the town think you’re a writing prodigy.
Your words soothed my aching heart, something that many of the Canterlot doctors couldn’t understand.
Your words soothed my brain, the thirst of knowledge being replaced by the longing of seeing you once again.
Your words soothed my nerves, my emotions almost boiling over after every meeting, interview, or complaint that headed my way.
I just…
I loved that you sent the letters.
You didn’t forget me, but you didn’t see me either.
Now, if you were reading this, you probably are confused, your cute little muzzle scrunched up like you always do.
Well, you kept me in your memories, but you weren’t motivated enough to pull me away from my throne.
Were you afraid?
Did you not care enough?
Did you not value our friendship?
Did it really fade away that quick?
Am I at fault?
Am…
Am I not good enough?
Do you even see me?
The quill that was encased in a light purple aura is tossed to the side, floating gently to the ground before colliding with the smooth stone surface below. The owner of the aura groans, frustrated by the emotional tension piled up in their body.
“Why can’t I get to her?” a feminine voice asks aloud.
The caller gets nothing but the air around to answer, the environment paying no heed to the voice’s misunderstandings.
“A Princess, wanting a mere country gal…” the voice says quietly.
The Princess, though strong in her outwards appearance towards nobility and her other subjects, begins to sob, her eyes watering.
“Why can’t I have something I want for once!” she shouts, the scream piercing the air.
This mare, one who has all the power in the whole kingdom of Equestria, can’t even get the love of her life to be with her.
Why?
Because her lover is a mare.
“So what if I’m a fillyfooler?” The mare shouts, trying to counter the thoughts in her brain with her own voice.
That doesn’t make you a viable role model to the rest of th-
“I don’t care anymore!” she shouts, countering the voice of regality.
“I just want her…” she begins softly. “I only want her…”
Why?
“Because she completes me!” she whines, her voice beginning to waver.
“I-I, Sh-she just…”
She just what?
“She knows me…”
So does everyone else, Princess.
“No, they don’t,” the Princess says in reply, her tone seething with intense anger. “They don’t know the real Princess, the one who is in love with a country down-to-earth mare.” She gets up and moves to her mirror, the mirror showing the reflection of a broken, emotionally tense mare.
“This down-to-earth mare is amazing. Every feature of her makes me want her more,” she says, looking at the mirrored reflection straight in the eyes. “Let’s start with the mentality.”
“First, she’s strong. She stands by her opinions and doesn’t let them be shattered by anypony who opposes her.” As she says this, she walks over to the mock-up chalkboard and strikes it with some light purple chalk, scoring a line to represent a point.
“Second, she’s honest. She would never lie about anything. If she tries to, she begins to falter and stumble over her wording,” the mare stops for a moment and begins to giggle. “Which I think is cute within itself.” The mare levitates the chalk again, writing another mark on the board.
“Third, she’s loyal. If Rainbow Dash wasn’t the embodiment of loyality, then she'd be the next one in line. She’s loyal to her friends and family, even when times are grim. This is one attribute I wish I had. I struggle with it the most, and I love her for this.” With repetitivity in mind, the mare repeats the action, scoring the board once again with a straight mark.
“Lastly, she’s supportive,” the mare says, moving away from her own reflection to a nearby window, gazing out to see the glorious beauty of Equestria. “She will support and value our opinions because she…” The mare stops, struggling to get the words out.
She?
“She values us as her best friends!”
But, I thought you said she doesn’t value you?
“I…”
I see...
I think you do see me…
The mare stops her ranting and quickly approaches her writing desk, picking up her quill with her magic once again.
With her writing utensil in her magical grasp, she begins to write once more.
AJ, you do see me.
All I ever did was miss it.
I want you…
I’ll be chasing you, Applejack.
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*hears snapping of fingers*
Damn straight. Got this on the down low.
Well, easy 1.2k word count.
I hope you all enjoy this work; it's truly a work of art in my opinion. (Not because I wrote it either)
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