“THERE IS NO FUCKING ICE CREAM IN YOUR FUCKING FUTURE!”

“BUT ADAGIO, PLEEEEEEEEEASE.”

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”

“ARIAAAAAA! MAKE HER GET ICE CREAM!”

“SONATA, SHE’S DRIVING GET THE FUCK OFF HER!”

“I WILL DRIVE THIS INTO A FUCKING DITCH JUST TRY ME.”

“PLEEEEEAASSEEEE, DAGI!”

“I WISH MOTHER ABORTED YOU.”

“That’s not nice.”

“NEITHER IS DYING GET THE FUCK OFF HER!”

“I love Adagio,” Sonata smiled sweetly, taking a lick of her ice cream.

Beside her, Aria was pale in the face and wrapped tightly in a blanket. She was lightly shivering, and had a bowl of ice cream abandoned by her side.

“Existence is pain,” Aria stated blankly.

Sonata frowned at her sister’s response, before she noticed her untouched ice cream.

“You gon finish that?”

If looks could kill, Sonata would be cold on the floor as Aria’s eyes met hers.

“Knock yourself out. Please.”

“Yippie!” Sonata squealed, graciously swooping up Aria’s ice cream in her arms.

The sudden movement on Sonata’s side shifted the couch, which was more than enough movement to trigger Aria again.

“I’m gonna hurl,” she spluttered before rushing out of the room.

Sonata watched her sister disappear into the bathroom and continued to cheerfully eat her ice cream, completely oblivious to the hideous dry-heaving sounds coming from the opposite room.

A few minutes later Aria returned, doing her best living dead impression and with her blanket hunched up over her head.

“You ‘kay?” Sonata asked.

Aria groaned.

“I can taste last week’s breakfast.”

“What’s it taste like?”

“Waffles.”

Sonata gasped.

“I love waffles!”

“Eat shit and die."

Aria dropped down onto the couch, not much caring what position she landed in. She pulled her legs up off the floor and curled into the fetal position.

“What’re we watching?” she asked quietly.

“Monster movie.”

“Oh fuck off, not today Sonata,” Aria groaned.

Sonata let out an ear-piercingly high-pitched sigh, causing Aria to cringe in pain.

“But it’s Ghidorah The Three Headed Monster! We’ve been waiting to watch this one since May!”

“If you make that noise again I swear I will break your jaw.”

“But Ariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Sonata’s shrill voice almost forced Aria cross eyed.

“Please Christ end me.”

“So we can keep watching the movie?”

“Fine.”

“Yippie!”

Sonata bounced on the couch again, luckily Aria was now entirely empty on the inside and didn’t vomit. Instead she simply groaned and collapsed off to side, taking a face full of pillow.

“Mmers amabio?”

“What?” Sonata asked.

Aria lifted her head up.

“Where’s Adagio?”

“Still getting the tires fixed,” Sonata answered sweetly.

“I’m surprised we didn’t lose the car axel,” Aria muttered.

Sonata shrugged.

“If Adagio had just got ice cream in the first plac-“

Sonata was silenced by Aria’s finger of death pointing at her.

“Shut. Up.”

Seeing straight past Aria’s finger, Sonata eyed her sister instead.

“You know what this means?” she asked quietly.

“What?” Aria asked unenthusiastically.

Sonata gave a cheeky smile and lifted herself up. She pulled herself into the kneeling position and craned over Aria.

“It means... we have the house to ourselves.”

Aria’s eyebrows hit the roof as she turned to Sonata, who way too close for comfort. Her grin sent chills down her spine.

“Ermmm...?”

“And you know what… that… means?” she asked in a husky voice, leaning closer.

Aria craned her neck back, moving as far away from her younger sister as she could.

“I will fanny smack you if you don't remove yourself immediately.”

“It means…” Sonata span around, plucking up a plastic carrier bag from behind the sofa and placed it down between them, “we can wrap Adagio’s presents!”

Aria sighed a breath of relief.

“Thank god for that.”

Sonata frowned for a moment, before skipping over the comment and pushing the carrier bag further into Aria.

“I got these the other night, I just needed an excuse to get Adagio out of the house so we could wrap them!”

Aria’s killer glare returned.

“Wait you did that whole performance in the car, just so we could wrap her presents!?”

“Sure did!”

“Sonata we killed a cat!”

“Sure did!”

“There’s blood in my puke!”

Sonata frowned.

“Okay, that’s actually quite serious you should get that checked out.”

Aria held her hand up, stopping them from getting off topic.

In a quieter voice, she continued with, “how did you know she’d ruin the tires? Surely there’s easier ways to get her out the house?”

Sonata waved her off with a smile.

“I had to make it look like it was her idea… I’m a master at getting what I want.”

Aria scoffed.

“You are not.”

“I ammmmmmmmmm,” she shrieked.

“Argh!” Aria growled, holding her hands to her ears. “Fine, fine, you are, you are!”

Sonata crossed her arms and smiled adorably.

“Point taken.”

Aria shook her head clean from the ridiculousness that just occurred and picked up the carrier bag.

She frowned.

“Hang on… why does Adagio have presents? Her birthday is in December?”

Sonata giggled into her hands.

“It’s not for her birthday silly… Look at the date!” she pointed towards the calendar in the corner of the room.

Aria turned to the calendar and squinted, struggling to see it from across the room.

“Sunday, Twenty-Seventh of March, Twenty Seventeen?” she asked, confused.

“Yep!” Sonata smiled.

Aria turned to her younger sister, almost dreading the asking the question.

“What’s so special about Twenty-Seventh of March?”

“It’s Mother’s Day!”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is!”

“No it’s not.”

“It is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“Not.”

“Is, is, is, is, is!”

“Sonata,” Aria growled, “Mother’s Day is in May.”

Sonata frowned.

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it isn-“

“SONATA!” Aria shouted, before regretting it instantly and clutching her head in pain.

“But it is Mother’s Day… I read it online!” Sonata pouted.

Aria sighed at her sister’s baby face. She knew exactly the right buttons to push.

“Where did you read it online?”

Sonata took out her mobile phone.

“MyStable, I’ll show you.”

Sonata spent a second flicking through her phone, before passing it to Aria.

Squinting to focus her vision, Aria read the screen.

“Sonata…” Aria gave a disappointed sigh. “This is a British website.”

Sonata frowned, confused.

“So?”

Aria rolled her eyes.

“The British have Mother’s Day in March. We live in America.”

At this revelation Sonata’s eyes dropped down onto her carrier bag.

“Oh...”

Aria groaned.

As much as she absolutely despised her younger sister and everything she ever did, ever… she hated the sight of her puppy dog face.

“Why don’t you show me what you got her anyway?” Aria gestured to the bag.

Sonata smiled, quickly rearranged into the sitting position and took the bag into her lap.

“Okay so first…” her hand went into the bag.

“Hold up,” Aria’s finger shot into the air.

Sonata paused, watching her sister expectantly.

“I don’t know why this is only occurring to me now,” Aria said more to herself than Sonata, “you know… Adagio’s…. not our mom, right?”

Sonata chuckled.

“Of course I do, silly! Not really, anyway.”

Aria eyed her sister, wondering what delusions were going on in her head and worrying about shattering them.

“Not… at all, you mean. She’s our older sister.”

Sonata shrugged.

“Yeah but she’s basically our mom.”

Aria squinted.

“No Sonata, she’s not.”

Sonata shook her head.

“No she is! I realized when we were in Miss Cheerlies class and we were talking about Biology! You don’t have to actually be somebodies mom, to still be their mom. Like, we haven’t really lost mom and dad, but they’re in a different dimension so that’s basically the same thing. But Adagio takes care of us, rives us everywhere, gets us food, pays the bills, talks to you when you wake up crying at night-“

“I didn’t know you knew about that.”

“But you see what I mean! Adagio is basically our mom.”

Aria frowned, the cogs in her head ticking over.

“I… guess, you have a point.”

“I do! I’ve been thinking about it really closely. And I figured, since Adagio’s our mom now, we should get her something for Mother’s Day! I even got her some stuff off you as well!”

At the mention of her inclusion, Aria’s interest peaked. She wasn’t going to lie, Sonata was making an uncomfortable amount of sense for once. She gestured towards the bag.

“What’d you get?”

“Weelllll….” Sonata routed around inside the bag,”…first we got… candles!”

Sonata took out a pair of scented candles and handed them to Aria.

“For her room when she relaxes.”

Aria shrugged.

“Very… white girl, but nice, she’ll like them.”

Sonata wiggled her eyebrows.

“Aria approved?”

Aria chuckled and nodded, “Aria approved.”

“Goodie!” Sonata squealed.

Her hands returned back into the bag, returning a second later with something new in her hands.

“Bathbombs!”

“Aw, I love those things,” Aria smiled.

“Yeah!” Sonata smiled. “These are proper ones too, not like that toaster you tried to use!”

Aria winced.

“You were doing so well Sonata…”

“Here look at them!”

Sonata rushed them into Aria’s hands, who lifted them up to examine.

“She’ll enjoy these. Adagio loves her baths. Good work.”

“Aria approved…?” Sonata teased.

Aria smiled, shaking her head, “Aria approved.”

“Awesome sauce,” Sonata returned to the bag and pulled out the next item.

“Next I got an alcohol!” Sonata handed her a bottle.

“Oooooooh,” Aria’s eyes lit up, “This is really good wine.”

“I know right, took forever to get it!”

Aria frowned, reading the label, “Sonata this is expensive shit, where’d did you get the money for it?”

“What’d you mean?” Sonata asked, her smile intact.

“How’d you pay for it?”

“Pay for it…?”

Aria and Sonata locked eyes. Aria’s mouth opened into a cheeky grin.

“You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?”

“Were you shoplifting again!?” Aria asked, almost impressed.

Sonata waved her off casually.

“I only shoplift what I can’t afford. And for the record, I didn’t, it was buy one get one free.”

“And?”

“I took the free one.”

Aria pursed her lips.

She hadn’t thought of that one.

“What else you got?” she asked, placing all of the items onto the coffee table before her.

“Wellllll,” Sonata sang, digging through her bag of goodies.

Next Sonata pulled out a picture frame that was disproportionally big for the size of the bag. Aria considered being confused, but figured when you’re dealing with Sonata sometimes it’s easier to just accept what happens and not ask questions.

“I got this!”

She turned the picture frame around. Aria gasped.

It was a beautifully hand panted scene of the sun setting over a sandy beach. The sky was dark orange, the sea was calm and the whole picture had an air of relaxation to it.

“That’s gorgeous.”

“I figured,” Sonata began, “since she misses home so much, she’d quite like it. I know it’s not of Equestria, and we can’t live underwater in this world, but I thought it would be nice to remind her of the old days.”

Aria took the frame into her hands and admired it in greater detail.

“Sonata that’s… really thoughtful.”

Sonata smiled, blushing.

“Think she’ll like it?”

“She’ll love it,” Aria nodded, before smiling. “Aria approved.”

“Yay!” Sonata squealed.

“One last thing!”

“Oh?”

“Hold out your hand!”

Aria held out hand, only to have a small gold locket get dropped into it.

“A necklace?”

“I got it from the pawn shop, open the bit in the middle it’s got a little picture inside!”

Aria wrestled with the locket for a second, before clicking it open.

“Oh shit.”

“It’s shit?”

“What? No! It’s just…”

“What?”

“We had this done so long ago, I didn’t know it still existed,” Aria held the picture closer to her face.

“Oh we didn’t, it took suuuuuper long to track down and a lot of Dracula movies. I printed it off so I could put it there. It was really tricky, the printer is super difficult to use. I had to do it like twenty times before I got the right size… We need more paper by the way.”

“Sonata, we don’t own a printer.”

“That explains many things.”

“But seriously,” Aria continued, ignoring her comment, “This is really nice.”

Sonata smiled at her words, and then quieter, replied “You think so?”

“Yeah, I do,” Aria smiled.

Attached inside the locket was a miniaturized version of a portrait they had painted of them in the 19th century. Adagio sat in the middle, with Sonata on her knees beside her and Aria stood to their right. The three of them were dressed in corsets, capes and a lot of black and red makeup.

“Remember when they tried to burn you for being a witch?” Sonata giggled.

“They did burn me Sonata, I lost a leg.”

“Yeaaaaah…” Sonata sighed. She leaned forward and knocked loudly on Aria’s leg, which sounded wooden and hollow.

“That’s really cool though.”

“I know, right?”

“Adagio saved me from that,” Aria thought, reminiscing. “Took the mayor under her control. Had every member of that village executed. Even the children.”

“See? That’s mom stuff,” Sonata smiled sweetly. “Oh, what about the time she taught me to cook?”

Aria nodded. “The night you guys burned down Chernobyl, yeah.”

Sonata laughed.

“And the time we got that boat!”

“The Somalian Civil War, fun times,” Aria smiled. “Or, when she discovered human blood was the secret to immortality.”

Sonata laughed aloud, “w-what name did she used back then?”

“Elizabeth something, I don’t know. The Mistress of Death, something edgy like that,” Aria laughed.

The two grew silent and the happy mood hung in the air for a second.

It wasn’t everyday Aria and Sonata played well together. They both had their own ‘thing’, Sonata’s was being the clueless funny one, and Aria’s was the miserable tough one. They’d be lying if they said those personas were a hundred percent natural, they did over exaggerate them at times, purely for their own amusement. But they were definitely based in truth, Aria had the goth vibe about her and Sonata was born the runt of the litter.

The few times they connected well together was over things they both shared a love of, which used to be feeding on people’s misery. With that option long gone since they lost their powers, little had kept the two connected and these days the bickering was the worst it had ever been.

Rather fitting then that it was Adagio to give them this brief moment of peace between the two. She always was the moderator, the referee, and as it turned out, the mother.

Aria smiled at the thought.

Adagio had become a bit of a mother towards them recently.

The weird part?

She didn’t know where ‘recently’ began.

Now that she was thinking about it properly, for as long as she could remember Adagio had always acted motherly towards them. Yes they’d bicker, sometimes they’d even have blazing arguments, but they’d always end up back together in the end. Even before they got trapped in this world, which if she was perfectly honest her memory of was a blur, Adagio was one of her most predominate faces she recalled from then.

In fact… thinking about it, whenever Aria thought of her mother it would usually end up being Adagio’s face she pictured.

“…huh.”

Sonata perked up, having caught Aria’s mumbling.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Aria shook her head. “Just thinking… hey, pass me that wrapping paper.”

“SURPIIIIIISSSSE!” Sonata sang.

“Get the fuck out of my face you spaz.”

“Adagio,” Aria laughed. “It’s Mother’s Day!”

“I don’t fu-“ Adagio stopped mid-march. She spotted something.

“That present is wine shaped.”

Aria and Sonata shared a laugh.

“Well, it’s yours,” Aria said.

“It’s all yours!” Sonata exclaimed, gesturing towards the small pile of presents lay on the couch.

Adagio squinted, eyeing her two sisters suspiciously.

“….why?”

“Already told you,” Aria shrugged, “It’s Mother’s Day.”

“So…?”

Aria turned to her side, locked eyes with Sonata and smiled.

“It’s your special day!” Sonata squealed.

“Yeah, Mom,” Aria folded her arms, smirking.

Adagio sighed, putting her hand to her forehead.

“How'd you guys find out?”

“Wait-”
“Huh?”
"What?"

Author's Notes:

Just a little bit of Siren love for Mother's Day!

Love you Mummy