Beyond Oblivion

Honeybird looked at him with passion in her eyes, they had just returned from a hike on a nature trail. They were both quite exhausted and went to bed almost immediately after returning home. Nočná looked back into her eyes, reaching over and stroking her mane with his hoof. He let the soft embrace of it flow around his hoof, her mane was something more than a mane. It was a slice of heaven, it flowed in golden rivers, filled with beauty. He leaned in and kissed her, mindlessly, driven by passion. She embraced him, as they kissed again. He lowered his hoof to her flank, stroking it slowly. Her expression changed to the last thing he wanted: anger. She violently shoved him away, rolling over and pulling the cover over her. All of this in seemingly less than a second. He was rejected. He was fucking rejected. He never did take lightly to rejection, by a loved one was no exception. He hit his hoof against the mattress, swearing carelessly. "Fucking shit!" He growled like a feral dog, closing his eyes. He was damn mad now, and he wasn't going to lighten up. HoneyBird hated curse words, she was a simple mare, enjoying nature and peace. She had one thing though, if you swore or pushed too far, she lost it. She flung the covers off the bed, sat up, and punched Nočná in the back. He recoiled and turned his head to face her. "Goddamn you fucking bitch! Don't you hit me!" She smacked him ruthlessly and pushed herself out of bed, and out the door. He started to calm down, his rage resolving into sadness. He called her a bitch, his only mare in the world, a bitch. He was disappointed by calling her that, but felt his actions were justified in a way.
She rejected him, because he was trying to show his affection. Maybe she was a bitch. Well, she was his bitch, anyway. He purged his thoughts, and resided in his own mind, where the pains of reality could not tread. Slumber
. Sweet, silent slumber.

Nocna awoke, Honeybird laying next to him, despite the previous night's incident. She store mindlessly to the ceiling, taking in some unknown detail.
Nocna, confused, looked up at the ceiling, expecting something interesting, since Honeybird seemed so focused. White, rough. Nothing was abnormal about the ceiling, it was the same every passing day, night, and hour. Nothing ever changed, its rough surface never dulling- its presence never invasive. It sat there always, in eternal silence. He reached over and poked Honeybird. She, instantly, looked at him, a blank, emotionless, expressionless, face. He was scared in a way, how many other mares do this shit? He assumed she was either having her period, or just angry beyond the facial-emotional limit. "Honeybird...?"
She said nothing, her eyes still not blinking. Now he was just fucking disturbed- what the fuck happened overnight?
"What shit are you doing?"
Blank stare.
Dead emotions.
Never blinking.
All these added up to only a few possible things:
A.) Dead.
B.) Dying.
C.) Brain-dead.
He scooted closer to her, putting both hooves on her, shaking her.
Immediately, she smacked him.
He recoiled, both angry and confused.
"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm thinking, you bastard!"

"You could've at least blinked, so I knew you weren't fucking brain-dead!"

Smack.
Blank stare.
Dead emotions.
Never failing.