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Snowcone Syrup needed to put herself out there. If she didn't grab ahold of what she wanted and scream it from the rooftops then her whole life was gonna pass her by while she squirmed in misery.

That’s why she was here now.

She couldn't take the torture anymore. She couldn't just not feel her feelings but that was never what Veuve wanted her to do. Nor what she wanted.

She stood in front of the private entrance to the crystal palace with a box, tied with the bow she wore every day since she was a little filly. It held everything together. Symbolizing the strength of their love, her loyalty, and the beauty she saw on Veuve from hooves to horn.

It took all the willpower Snow had to knock on the door. She was determined to make things right but also scared, scared that she’d screw it up again like the last several times. She wanted to do it differently this time. Do it better.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, answered by the very filly Snowcone was here to see. Veuve en Deuil’s eyes widened in surprise once she saw her, of course she wasn’t expecting her to be at her door. How could she after how Snow ended it?

“Snowcone. Hi.”

She smiled awkwardly, stepping aside a bit.

“It’s nice to see you…again. Do you want to come in?”

Snowcone hesitated at this invitation, she didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer. If she wanted to tell Veuve how she felt she had to say it now or forever regret not doing so.

“Yes but before I do, I really need to talk to you Vee…uve.”

She corrected herself, not wanting to rush in too quickly with affectionate nicknames.

“Is this about what happened earlier? It’s okay, I understand you’re going through a lot—“

“No. It’s not okay.”

Snow stopped her. Brushing it under the rug already didn’t work for either of them, they had to work through it. No matter how uncomfortable they both were.

“I was really shitty to you. I kept trying to avoid how I felt and project on others and all that but really, I gotta own up to it. I have a lot of feelings all the time…gosh, you have no idea. But I don’t want to push you away. Gaia, I would die before I did that.”

As she looked up into Veuve’s eyes she felt her words start to escape her, so she pushed the box forward.

“I made this…to show you how I feel.”

“Oh Snowcone, I’m honored you did this much, you didn’t have to.”

Veuve insisted, but shut up and opened the box at Snow’s urging nod.

The whole experience was like going down memory lane, first untying the bow that she Snow loved so much. Inside was an assortment of photos and little gothic trinkets that were right up Veuve’s alley. Gosh, Snow knew her so well. On top of it all was a sheet of paper covered in Snow’s hoofwriting.

“I wrote that. It…describes how I feel. About you.”

Snowcone commented almost shyly.

Veuve took that asan invitation to pick it up and read it.

*****

You are the bright honey that overflows from my cup like liquid sunshine, making each sip I take a taste of the heavens.

Pale skin like melting snow, an underbelly tickled by the gentle hues of spring.

Indigo eyes with the mysterious beauty of the ocean, reflecting the warm rays of the sun on all who look.

Each movement comforting like gentle waves of lace.

Dandelion and Helleborus locks flowing with the breezies.

Every tear rolled down your cheek is a dewdrop fallen from the love yous and love you nots.

But when I’m with you, love languages are the only languages I can speak.

*****

“Oh my gosh Snowy…”

Veuve read the poem with tears in her eyes, absolutely overwhelmed by all the love that poured from the page. This was the Snowcone she new and loved, passionate and creative. The filly she loved and missed with her entire being.

“You really feel this way?”

“I mean every word.”

Snow’s own eyes were filled with tears as she choked out her affirmation, stepping closer to the filly she adored.

“I love you Vee. I want you in my life forever and ever and I never want to push you away again. I never want to go through that pain again, it hurts being without you.”

She stifled a sob, bowing her head humbly.

“I hope you forgive me, Vee.”

“Yes Snowy, of course I do.”

Vee lifted her head up until she was looking her in the eye, until they were connected by their shared gaze.

“I missed you Snowy. I know you’re going through a lot but I want to be there for you, I want to understand you the best I can. Thank you for letting me in.”

Both fillies let each other in that day, showing each other their full feelings without shame. There would be plenty of challenges ahead for them but they could handle it. They had the strength to forgive and grow each time.

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Previous: Circus Act

Snowcone’s poem was based on the poem “Muse, A Poem For My Girlfriend ” by FrostCorpsClub

Background by tamalesyatole

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[Image Description: Snowcone Syrup, a blue earth pony with a lighter blue mane, stands at the door of the Crystal Palace with a cardboard box at her hooves, tied up with her cyan hair bow. She looks shy as Veuve en Deuil, a yellow unicorn with a long yellow and dyed black mane, looks down at the box. End Description.]

Description
Snowcone Syrup needed to put herself out there. If she didn't grab ahold of what she wanted and scream it from the rooftops then her whole life was gonna pass her by while she squirmed in misery.

That’s why she was here now.

She couldn't take the torture anymore. She couldn't just not feel her feelings but that was never what Veuve wanted her to do. Nor what she wanted.

She stood in front of the private entrance to the crystal palace with a box, tied with the bow she wore every day since she was a little filly. It held everything together. Symbolizing the strength of their love, her loyalty, and the beauty she saw on Veuve from hooves to horn.

It took all the willpower Snow had to knock on the door. She was determined to make things right but also scared, scared that she’d screw it up again like the last several times. She wanted to do it differently this time. Do it better.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, answered by the very filly Snowcone was here to see. Veuve en Deuil’s eyes widened in surprise once she saw her, of course she wasn’t expecting her to be at her door. How could she after how Snow ended it?

“Snowcone. Hi.”

She smiled awkwardly, stepping aside a bit.

“It’s nice to see you…again. Do you want to come in?”

Snowcone hesitated at this invitation, she didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer. If she wanted to tell Veuve how she felt she had to say it now or forever regret not doing so.

“Yes but before I do, I really need to talk to you Vee…uve.”

She corrected herself, not wanting to rush in too quickly with affectionate nicknames.

“Is this about what happened earlier? It’s okay, I understand you’re going through a lot—“

“No. It’s not okay.”

Snow stopped her. Brushing it under the rug already didn’t work for either of them, they had to work through it. No matter how uncomfortable they both were.

“I was really shitty to you. I kept trying to avoid how I felt and project on others and all that but really, I gotta own up to it. I have a lot of feelings all the time…gosh, you have no idea. But I don’t want to push you away. Gaia, I would die before I did that.”

As she looked up into Veuve’s eyes she felt her words start to escape her, so she pushed the box forward.

“I made this…to show you how I feel.”

“Oh Snowcone, I’m honored you did this much, you didn’t have to.”

Veuve insisted, but shut up and opened the box at Snow’s urging nod.

The whole experience was like going down memory lane, first untying the bow that she Snow loved so much. Inside was an assortment of photos and little gothic trinkets that were right up Veuve’s alley. Gosh, Snow knew her so well. On top of it all was a sheet of paper covered in Snow’s hoofwriting.

“I wrote that. It…describes how I feel. About you.”

Snowcone commented almost shyly.

Veuve took that asan invitation to pick it up and read it.

*****

You are the bright honey that overflows from my cup like liquid sunshine, making each sip I take a taste of the heavens.

Pale skin like melting snow, an underbelly tickled by the gentle hues of spring.

Indigo eyes with the mysterious beauty of the ocean, reflecting the warm rays of the sun on all who look.

Each movement comforting like gentle waves of lace.

Dandelion and Helleborus locks flowing with the breezies.

Every tear rolled down your cheek is a dewdrop fallen from the love yous and love you nots.

But when I’m with you, love languages are the only languages I can speak.

*****

“Oh my gosh Snowy…”

Veuve read the poem with tears in her eyes, absolutely overwhelmed by all the love that poured from the page. This was the Snowcone she new and loved, passionate and creative. The filly she loved and missed with her entire being.

“You really feel this way?”

“I mean every word.”

Snow’s own eyes were filled with tears as she choked out her affirmation, stepping closer to the filly she adored.

“I love you Vee. I want you in my life forever and ever and I never want to push you away again. I never want to go through that pain again, it hurts being without you.”

She stifled a sob, bowing her head humbly.

“I hope you forgive me, Vee.”

“Yes Snowy, of course I do.”

Vee lifted her head up until she was looking her in the eye, until they were connected by their shared gaze.

“I missed you Snowy. I know you’re going through a lot but I want to be there for you, I want to understand you the best I can. Thank you for letting me in.”

Both fillies let each other in that day, showing each other their full feelings without shame. There would be plenty of challenges ahead for them but they could handle it. They had the strength to forgive and grow each time.

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Circus Act

Snowcone’s poem was based on the poem “Muse, A Poem For My Girlfriend ” by FrostCorpsClub

Background by tamalesyatole

~~~~~~~~~~

[Image Description: Snowcone Syrup, a blue earth pony with a lighter blue mane, stands at the door of the Crystal Palace with a cardboard box at her hooves, tied up with her cyan hair bow. She looks shy as Veuve en Deuil, a yellow unicorn with a long yellow and dyed black mane, looks down at the box. End Description.]