The Curtains Were Blue

by Mike_Tubapun

Rating: teen
Tags: Drama, Trixie, Starlight Glimmer, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Sad
Length: 1100

Starlight has lost somepony dear to here. All she has left is some blue curtains.

Trixie has passed. Starlight Glimmer has to deal with this. But the curtains were blue.

Learned the term curtain fic recently. This isn't one of those, but the term made me think of that old "well maybe the curtains were just blue" thing that folks used to say so they wouldn't have to analyze stories or themes. So I used it to try and build a story and it's themes.

Rated T for being about death and mourning.

Cover art is by me!! Check me out on tumblr for more horse related art!!

Published 2024-01-31 05:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-31 05:50:00 UTC

The Curtains Were Blue

The curtains were blue. Not quite the right shade though. Rarity had spent so long repairing her cloak and hat. And then spent even longer finding a fabric for the casket’s interior to match their purple and her blue. Starlight barely noticed it. She couldn’t stand to look inside after all.

The curtains were blue. Starlight wished they were silk as well. So many years of back taxes owed. Twilight did what she could to help, but the laws could only be bent so much. The curtains were one of the few things that remained after the sales.

The curtains were blue. The trash can by the desk was full. Not a single candidate for the counselor position could match to their predecessor. Who could?

The curtains were blue. The breeze that blew them was nice. It helped dry the tears. Were the tears blue? It was hard to tell with the red eyes and lilac fur.

The curtains were blue. The sky should not have been. What right did it have to be anything but grey when the world was devoid of color to Starlight?

The curtains were blue. Sunburst was orange. He was still around. Two ways he and Trixie were opposites. They were the same in one way though. Starlight loved them. Did Trixie’s leaving hurt more or less than his had? At least she didn’t start a cult this time. Should she have?

The curtains were blue. Starlight wasn’t though. What possible reason could she have to be sad? She’d never really cared for Trixie, she was just somepony that she had grabbed to complete an assignment, and hadn’t had the good sense to get rid of after the fact.

The curtains were blue. The fabric was threadbare, with poorly sewn patches all over. Starlight hadn’t bathed in a week. She hadn’t eaten for a few days.

The curtains had been white. The hospital had been sterile, as it should have been. Nothing else was as it should have been. Starlight could hardly stand to see Trixie there.

The curtains were blue. Something blue moved past them. Starlight forgot she was in the top tower. Rainbow Dash caught her. Figures it was her. There wasn’t anypony else Starlight knew that was that shade.

The curtains were blue. It was hard to tell with them closed. They were closed fairly often nowadays.

The curtains were blue. Shades of orange and purple and pink barely peeked through them. 30 sundowns since the funeral. A whole moon. Starlight wished Luna had picked somepony to follow in her footsteps. The ex-princess couldn’t fight the mare’s nightmares for her every night. Others also had needs, even if Starlight couldn’t think of any at the moment.

The elephants were blue. Starlight had to tell Discord she wasn’t in the mood for it right now.

The curtains were blue. Now they were green. Now they were blue again. Starlight would have to deal with these scrolls sometime soon.

The curtains were blue. It was hard to tell though, various color shades stood in front of them. The shades were speaking. Starlight did her best to hear them for the first time in a while.

The curtains were blue. Starlight knew this. But the blue was harder to see where she was. The green of the park was nice.

The curtains were blue. The sky beyond was nearly black. Starlight looked at the specks of white. She saw a new shape in them. It captured her likeness perfectly.

Starlight’s drink was red. She hadn’t had wine in several weeks. She had been worried it wouldn’t be a good idea. She figured she could handle a glass now. The curtains were blue.

The floor was blue and cold. Purple arms scooped her up and magenta magic tucked her in. With a bucket nearby just in case. The curtains were blue, but she had friends who could crack them open for her.

The curtains were blue. Pinkie was, well, pink. The promise was Pink too. Starlight would have agreed to its terms regardless, but it helped to know she cared.

The curtains were blue. The sky was as well, but a lighter hue. The park was still rather nice. Fluttershy was here, and she had brought along all kinds of animals. The bear’s hug let her cry in secret publicly.

The curtains were blue. The stamp’s ink was green. A new counselor for the students had been chosen. Starlight had tested her a little more than she cared to admit. She thought the new mare had passed with flying colors though.

The stone was grey, but with purple text and yellow stars. She placed the bouquet down. She told her of how the world had changed. And how it had not. How it still couldn’t dream to measure up to the legacy of her friend. The words flowed out like blue curtains in the breeze.

The curtains were blue. Sunburst was orange. Now he was gold. Now pink. Starlight laughed as the now purple stallion chased Discord around the hallways. She followed, curtains left behind for the time being.

The mail mare was grey. The mailbag was brown and overflowing. The letters within came from all over, as their students had. The curtains were blue, but she felt warm enough to leave them open for the night.

The curtains were blue. Rarity had shown Starlight how to sew. Pinkie had helped her design the patches. The curtains still drew her eye, but no longer for their blueness.

She had brought another bouquet. She didn’t think to mention the curtains this time. There were better things to tell her. Only a single flower within had been blue.

The curtains were blue. The curtain rod was golden. It had been designed specially for an easier glide with the curtain’s rings. Opening them was just as easy as closing them now.

The curtains were blue. But they were open more often than not. She would close them on occasion. Examine their shade, hue, and value. Sometimes for longer than she felt was right to do so. They would always be blue, after all. But they were just curtains.

Author's Note

I haven't written a fic in a while!! I am hoping that in directly writing a supposed cliche I have managed to use it well and not actually cliched. I've never written a death fic either though, so hopefully this one feels good, in the way those are supposed to. Constructive criticism is welcome obviously, as are questions about/analysis of the story!!