All We Can Take

by TalltalePony

Rating: everyone
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance
Length: 1046

There's been something on Pinkie's mind for a long time. She finally confronts Twilight about it.

Pinkie Pie isn't the best with words, and she's not sure if what she's feeling is worth mentioning. After all, Twilight is a princess now and has a lot on her plate. It's understandable that she's been growing distant, really, but Pinkie's heart has been doing loops for months.

She has to know: Is it over between them?

Published 2013-10-27 22:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-27 22:20:02 UTC

It's All We Need

A little time with you is all that I get. That's all we need because it's all we can take.
-Julian Casablancas

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All We Can Take

By TalltalePony

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Pinkie ran a hoof around the rim of her tea cup and held her eyes down, afraid to meet her marefriend's stare. She didn't have to. If the gears turning in Twilight's head were any louder, Sugarcube Corner would be mistaken for a clock tower.

"Of... of course I do, Pinkie," the purple alicorn cooed.

"Are you sure?" Pinkie grilled.

Twilight reached across the table and stopped the pink pony's nervous movement. The latter, surprised by the sudden gesture, finally returned her gaze.

"Yes, I'm sure. I think I'd know if I didn't love you."

"Oh." Pinkie's eyes dropped again, to their interlocked hooves. "Duh. I was silly to ask..."

"No, Pinkie." Twilight tightened her grip. "Don't say that. You asked because you were worried, right?"

There she went again, being understanding and calm. It was the same whenever Pinkie tried to press her on relationship stuff and, though it was obvious Twilight was trying to be nice, it just made the pink pony feel stupid and selfish for doubting her.

"Yeah, but they're silly worries. I know you would tell me if something was wrong, really I do, it's just..."

"... Come on, Pinkie. You can tell me."

A knot worked its way into Pinkie's stomach, as though her breakfast and lunch were in a death match. She tried to remember what Rarity preached about being honest, but her enthusiasm was weaker now. She wanted to tell her marefriend everything, but she knew it would come out sounding ridiculous.

"It's just..." She began, but was unsure of how to finish. She bit her lip and pushed past her jittery nerves. "It doesn't feel like we spend time together like we used to. And I know you're busy with royal duties and everything, but I really miss you and I don't like having to schedule stuff way before I get to see you. And I really miss being able to spend nights with you... And... And..."

Anything else she could have said escaped her. She could almost hear the clicking of Twilight's thoughts again and it made her heart sink into her bowels with more force than a fermented fruit cake.

"... But Pinkie, this isn't the first time I've been busy like this. I've had projects and duties before, but eventually it gets better."

"But you know it's different this time," Pinkie snapped. She cast a nervous glance around the bakery, then continued in a hoarse voice. "It seems like I'm always going to be alone now. And all I can do is sit around and wait for you."

"... That's not... I mean, it's different during the holiday season, when you're busy with parties. Then I have to wait around for you."

"I guess so."

They were silent and listened to the surrounding chatter and movement. Twilight's grip remained tight around Pinkie's hoof, but the latter did not return the gesture.

Pinkie looked up, into the soft, violet eyes across from her. She pushed a harsh swallow past the boulder in her throat and squeaked out a simple question.

"So... Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Can you make me a promise?"

Twilight hesitated, and panic flared in Pinkie's chest, but the former did not loose her grip. Finally, she nodded.

"... Can you promise that you'll at least try to spend more time with me?"

Twilight's pause was longer this time and more pregnant. She didn't release her marefriend's hoof, but the pink pony felt more adrift than a plank in a hurricane. Pinkie felt a tingle in the back of her throat and her eyes were beset by mist. For the first time that day, she squeezed Twilight's hoof.

She felt a tear in her chest when the lavender alicorn looked away. The latter cracked her muzzle and a simple, devastating quiver escaped her.

"No. I can't promise that."

The mist in Pinkie's eyes found its way down her cheeks. She clutched Twilight's hoof, but the latter's grip was loose now.

"Oh. Okay." Pinkie pressed on her marefriend's hoof again. She wanted to look into her eyes again, but the beautiful, violet orbs were lidded and sullen. She tried to stumble through things to say in her mind, but nothing of worth came to her, so she relented and asked the first thing she could think of.

"D-do you want to break up, then?" She didn't know why she asked it. The last thing she wanted to do was break up.

Twilight was silent again. She withdrew her hoof, and with it Pinkie's heart.

"That would probably be for the best."

The tears streaming down Pinkie's face matted her fur and dripped into her tea. She heaved, but restrained herself in favor of a silent sob.

"S-so what now?" She rubbed a hoof under her eyes and tried in vain to find Twilight's gaze.

"I- I should go." The princess' voice cracked, but she kept her face turned away from her ex's. She placed her hooves on the table and stood, but was halted when Pinkie reached out and grabbed her foreleg.

"Please I... I don't understand." She held her voice down with difficulty. "Please don't be upset. We can work it out like we always do!"

Twilight pulled out of her grip and turned toward the door. "This is for the best."

Those words. Those horrible, horrible words; like the executioner's ax against the neck of a healthy relationship. A feigned self-sacrifice that undermined protest and disarmed the weapons of argument. Pinkie floundered upon them, and blurted out the only thing she could.

"Please! I still love you!"

Twilight continued toward the door, faltering in her stride for only a moment.

Pinkie stretched a hoof out after her ex. She sucked in air past her tears and whispered, half to her self, the only other question she could think of.

"Is... Is this the last time we'll talk?"

The princess paused, but didn't turn around. She shook her head and turned to the side, enough for a visible glint from the corner of her eye.

"Yes."