Gleam

The elder male had laboriously dragged his fiance up the long, long way back to his home; he protested the whole way there, and if he hadn't broken a few ribs, broken his leg, and cracked his horn, he might have thought of dropping him. He might have earned the harsh words he was hearing.
Fair weather cooed, “Leeeeeemoooonnn." At the mention of his real name, Legacy gritted his teeth. Are you now going to admit that you enjoy doing romantic things?
He grimly replied, "No." In all his glory, Fair Weather lacked the judgment to know when to stop bothering him. "How could I have been upset with my Lemey wemy?" Fair Weather crooned, “I told you not to call me that!” Legacy sputtered, going red in the face. Fair Weather wriggled out from under his hold as he contorted his body to grab his spouse by the ear. "You do, you do!" “No!” he barked.
Fair weather silenced When he did that, he appeared to be more than happy with his situation, as shown by the way his tail lashed out and the smile he made an earnest effort to cover up. Finally, they arrived at their destination. In spite of his best efforts, Legacy was unable to open the front door due to the wheelchair and the rather large man on his back. Legacy carefully positioned himself and slammed the door as hard as he could with his front hooves. maybe a bit too loud. A small filly opened the door just enough to see one brown eye.

Legacy grinned sheepishly. “M’Sorry about that." The door opened with a painfully slow creak. "Hi," came the meek voice. The tiny, sandy-colored pegasus turned and fled into the house while cowering. He retired to the nursery after spreading his fiancée across the burgundy couch. Hidden behind the crib, Petal Grass was anxiously glancing at him. Despite the fact that it hurt quite a bit to walk after spending so much time on his feet, Legacy dragged himself over to the foal. Legacy sighed deeply as Petal Grass fidgeted. Legacy wasn't quite sure why everyone in this town feared him so much. observing his child peacefully sleep, Petalgrass started to move a little bit closer to him. Until she slid close enough to rest her head on his chest and grinned sheepishly, Legacy watched motionlessly. Though brief, his smile was sincere. She let out a soft snort as she inspected his wheelchair—a precarious position, for sure; even a gentle nudge would likely send her rolling.
Petalgrass grew tired of looking at his walking device, and while still grinning lopsidedly at the elderly man, she proudly proclaimed how well she had cared for Citrus. He arched an eyebrow. Although she was a shy child, she suddenly seemed to come to life, speaking aloud while moving her hoof. As a good father, Legacy listened, complete with mmhms and mmms.

He rose to leave for his bedroom, and the little foal followed. He handed Petalgrass 15 bits after digging around in his drawers. Holding back a smile, he watched the filly's eyes nearly pop out of her head. He whispered that she should immediately go get the town doctor while gently pushing her with his muzzle. She flew down the stairs, nodding furiously. When she came to a stop, she turned with a smile so big it couldn't fit on her face, sputtered and skittered away, and continued to smile despite the fact that her eyes revealed a complete lack of understanding.

Legacy thinks he's getting married to a lunatic.
When the doctor arrived, Fair Weather was furious, as was his mother, who had been sobbing all morning about how awful it was and how filthy each shriek became louder and louder. It was difficult for Legacy to accept that Canterlot's ruler was currently destroying his home. He stared at the many moving ponies that were removing his furniture from the room and fought the urge to strangle his fiance, who was just a few feet away. "Dear, I promise you that when it's finished, it will be absolutely gorgeous!" Fair Weather laughed again and stared at Legacy, who seemed to be completely baffled. No, he was giving him a look that only he was capable of producing—one of utter ignorance.
This man wanted to give him an aneurysm. He huffed as he peered out the window to observe the slate-gray sky and the rain that was still coming down heavily.
Legacy's usual frowns gave way to a smile as it spread across his face.

In the midst of a downpour in the park, Hocus Pocus had just gorged himself on bread and cheese. He felt a smidge of guilt for last night. Upon zapping her, he initially believed that her head had collapsed like a watermelon. As the child's screams continued throughout the night, blood erupted upon him, and he fled. Obviously, it was neither his problem nor responsibility if she passed away. He could feel the blood dripping over him even after closing his eyes. He lifted a nearby rock with his magic.

He observed the approaching man, who was dressed quite nicely, as he tested it. He was now homeless, so anything to survive, right? His eyes glistened in the gloomy, sodden muck of the downpour. Of course, it wouldn't be enough to kill him; I just need money. The rock struck the older stallion's head, sending him tumbling to the ground with a wet crunch. Pocus watched. The poor stallion didn't move, but at least he was still breathing—this is a step forward!

Pocus had obviously long since vanished by the time the stallion was located. Now with a sizable bag of bits and a spring in his step. He came to a halt near some fruit trees? In Canterlot, he had never seen them.

He grinned. Sadly He couldn't reach the trees because they were too high; instead, he held back a hoof and rammed into one. The middle of the tree split open, shattering. He was showered with apples, the majority of which fell to the ground and split open. He salvaged what he could while sifting through the apple gore. Mission accomplished. Kinda. His face and hooves became sticky from the sweet, bursting juices of the apples. He placed the apples that weren't blown up in his saddle bag, planning to purchase more later. He heard hoof beats and whipped around. In the bushes, a filly was hiding. Her face was covered in wisps of green hair. Whipping around in the wind. He made the decision to refrain from bashing her head in because she was of no use to him. She was approaching quickly behind him as he turned back to his looted goods. He was struck in the cheek by a pebble, which clattered to the ground.

He slowly turned his head, brows furrowed. The pegasus appeared to be in a panic before mustering the courage to speak. “Please, I beg you! "Please stay away from our trees.” As she turned to face the ground and shifted her weight around, she mumbled the last few words. Hocus Pocus gave her a curious look. It persisted for a short while before he blew up one of the trees behind her.