Hateful as the hand of death
Anger, frustration, anxiety, sorrow
Author's Note
Greetings!
Just to be clear, this one shot is definitely not canon to my Twilight X Luna story (AKA Deadly Nightshade).
This was just for fun!
Plus, I’ve been in Luna’s shoes (well, technically, hooves!)
so I can deeply understand her frustration when seeing your crush with someone else, having more fun with that person.
Anyway!
Much love,
- EGO <3
Anger, frustration, anxiety, sorrow
Luna’s perspective:
Quick, painful, bitter, breathing…
Heart pounding at the speed of light…
Pent up energy, urging to destroy…
In the depths of my dimly lit chamber, illuminated only by the moon's gentle glow, I sat consumed by a fiery heat coursing through my veins.
A few hours ago, whenever I had arrived at ponyville, I had viewed upon an ungodly sight…
Twilight, standing there, laughing with this unknown stallion, even after Twilight had already shown a particular liking, and a deep fondness, for me.
Tell me, why couldn’t that stallion be me? The way that the stallion looked at Twilight, it seemed like he wanted more than just friendship with her. And it makes me sick.
It was a sight that struck me to the core, for I had always believed that Twilight and I shared a deep connection, a bond that transcended mere friendship.
But as I watched her interact with this stranger,
I wanted to scream and cry and pout like a small filly…
Something took control, took over my mind…
The pain in my chest began to throb, with each passing second of seeing those two together.
I couldn't bear the thought of someone else stealing her heart, of her finding happiness in another's gleeful hooves. It felt like a betrayal, a betrayal of the trust and love we had built over the years.
My thoughts, like the haunting tendrils of the tantabus from long ago, persistently invaded my mind. They reminded me of the battles Twilight and her friends had helped me conquer,
the darkness they had helped me overcome.
And yet, here I sadly am, consumed by a darkness of my own making.
Perhaps everything is my fault…
My own jealousy is getting the better of me…
But yet…
I knew deep down that I couldn't blame Twilight for seeking happiness elsewhere.
After all, I had been distant, consumed by my own inner turmoil.
But that didn't make it any easier to accept. The pain of seeing her with someone else, of imagining a future where I was no longer a part of her life, was almost unbearable.
I am the embodiment of power and grace, the one who commands the night and all its wonders.
How could she possibly be drawn to someone so ordinary, so unremarkable in comparison to me?
It is inconceivable.
But as I watched them together, I couldn't deny the connection between them. The way they looked at each other, the way they laughed and shared moments of joy.
It was clear that there was something special between them,
something that transcended my own arrogance and pride.
And as much as it hurts my soul to admit it,
perhaps Twilight saw something in him that I could never offer.
Perhaps he possessed a kindness, a warmth that I could never hope to match.
And maybe, just maybe, he was the one who truly deserved her love and affection.
But still, a part of me couldn't help but feel a twinge of madness, along with a pang of deep anger that I had let this stallion come between us. But in the end, I knew that Twilight deserved to be happy, even if it meant that I had to step aside and let her find that happiness with someone else.
I take a breath, attempting to calm myself before I smash anything…
I feel the cool air fill my lungs as I inhale deeply, allowing it to cleanse the turmoil within me.
With each breath, I can sense the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a growing sense of calmness. The world around me fades into the background as I focus solely on the rhythm of my breath, grounding myself in the present moment.
As I exhale, I release the pent-up frustration and anger that threatens to consume me.
I let go of the negative energy, allowing it to disperse into the atmosphere.
With each breath out, I feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders, a burden being relinquished.
In this moment of stillness, I find solace. The chaos that once resided within me begins to settle, replaced by a newfound clarity.
My mind becomes a canvas, ready to be painted with rationality and reason.
I am no longer a slave to my emotions;
instead, I am the master of my own reactions.
With each deliberate breath, I regain control over my thoughts and actions. I become aware of the power that lies within me, the power to choose how I respond to the challenges that life presents.
I am no longer driven by impulsive reactions,
but rather guided by a sense of purpose and intention.
As I continue to breathe, I feel a sense of empowerment washing over me.
The anger that once threatened to consume me now becomes a source of fuel, propelling me forward with determination and resolve. I am ready to face whatever lies ahead, armed with a newfound sense of composure and strength.
In this moment of centeredness, I am reminded of my own resilience.
I am reminded that I have the ability to rise above any adversity, to transform anger into action,
and to channel my fury into positive change.
I am no longer a victim of circumstance, but rather a force to be reckoned with.
With my breath as my anchor,
I’m prepared to unleash my fury upon the challenges that lie before me.
But this time, it will be a controlled and focused fury, one that is driven by purpose and guided by reason. I am ready to face the world, knowing that I have the power to make a difference.
As the moonlight cast eerie shadows across the room, I made a silent vow to myself.
I would confront my own demons, face the darkness within me, and fight for the love I believed we shared. I would not let this stranger come between us, not without a fight.
With renewed determination, I rose from my seat and stepped out into the night. The journey ahead would be treacherous, filled with uncertainty and doubt. But I knew that if I wanted to win back Twilight's heart, I had to face my fears head-on.
And so, with the moon as my guide,
I set off on a path that would lead me to the answers I sought…
.
.
.
