Love Defenestrates

defenestration (noun)
de·fen·es·tra·tion (ˌ)dē-ˌfe-nə-ˈstrā-shən
:a throwing of a person or thing out of a window
|she showed her love with a masterful defenestration

Rarity pondered what it meant to be thrown out of a window.

Her first thought was love. To throw your beloved out of a window is to love, and to be thrown out of the window is to be loved.

But why was it so?

She remembered the words of a newly-wed princess: “You’re not truly married until your husband throws you off a balcony.” Which needed a lot of context to fully understand. For one, Princess Cadance had wings. Rarity didn’t have wings. Being thrown out of a window was a spur of the moment of wanting to be truly loved.

Also, Princess Cadance had a husband. Rarity didn’t have a husband. But both did have spouses from the Sparkle family, and so it was a logical substitute. At the time.

In hindsight, it was not a good idea to be thrown out of a window by anypony. But such was the way of love.

To be thrown out of a window is to learn, and to learn is to love.

She remembered again, this time to their first years as friends. She had tried to flirt with Twilight, with little success, up until their second year of friendship.

That second year had been the year that Twilight had given up on flirting with Rarity, because neither had realized the other’s way of showing affection until they had stopped.

They had talked about it, started by an off-hoof remark from Twilight about how silly it was for her to be trying for Rarity.

Rarity could have stopped there and given up; laughed about it by telling Twilight not to worry. Prevent whatever awkward situation from happening. But she didn’t, of course. She wanted it. She wanted to be loved.

Twilight had told her that being thrown out of a window might not have been the greatest idea. She could have stopped there and given up; laughed about it and told Twilight that it was indeed a silly idea. Prevent any broken windows, or bones.

But she didn’t, of course. She wanted it. She wanted to be thrown out of a window.

To be thrown out of a window is to be persistent, and to be persistent is to love.

She remembered again, to a recent incident. They were never far from incidents, but this one left an impression on Rarity more than the others. Because of how Twilight had handled it.

It had been a demon the size of Canterlot castle. It had been rampaging because of a curse, or maybe a toothache, Rarity couldn’t remember. What she remembered was that there had been a sword, and they had needed to hit the demon with the sword.

Rarity had been holding the sword at their final stand. She had been ready. So ready.

Twilight’s magic had been sealed, as usual, and the rest of the elements had been incapacitated one way or another. The two pegasi in the group, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, had spent the last hour or so flying them around, and were in no shape to fly.

And yet. And yet Twilight had taken the sword out of her hooves, given it to Rainbow, and thrown her instead.

Rainbow had been in no shape to fly. And yet Twilight had chosen Rainbow in favor of Rarity.

Perhaps it had been this that led her to ask Twilight to throw her out of a window. She wanted to be the one chosen to be thrown.

She wanted to be thrown.

To be thrown out of a window is to be jealous, and to be jealous is to love.

Even if there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for choosing Rainbow over her. For one, Rainbow had wings. Rarity didn’t have wings. Rainbow was tired, but she could still glide down after being thrown.

If only Rarity had ascended into alicornhood, she would had been chosen to be thrown instead.

Because she wanted to be chosen. She wanted to help. She wanted to have something to contribute to their relationship. She didn’t want to be a damsel in distress. Not all the time, maybe once or twice.

Rarity wanted Twilight to have faith that she could be thrown out of a window. Even if she couldn’t fly.

To be thrown out of a window is to have trust, and to have trust is to be loved.

Rarity had made a fuss about it. She remembered now. She had told Twilight about her jealousy that she hadn’t been the one to be thrown.

There had been no peaceful way out of that; however mirthful the delivery was, It brought to light the fact that Rarity had indeed been jealous.

Twilight had thought that Rarity was jealous of Rainbow Dash; but of course not. And of course Rainbow had taken offense.

No, it had not been offense, no. Rainbow had taken—panic. Rainbow had panicked. Greatly.

Rarity refused to remember all that happened afterward.

But she did remember the conclusion. The conclusion had come when she had explained. And they had listened. Rainbow’s embarrassing attempt at defusing the situation had only lasted twenty minutes.

And so had come the conclusion that their wedding ceremony would end with a defenestration.

“Wedding ceremony?”

“Yes! Our wedding ceremony will end with—with me throwing you! Out of the window, yes!”

“You—Twilight, dear, are you saying that you want to get married?”

Poor Twilight, she had been planning the proposal for months. And she hadn’t had the ring back then, so there had been a few panicked teleports.

Turns out, all she needed to do to get thrown out of a window was to ask.

To be thrown out of a window is to communicate, and to communicate is to love.

And it was only now that Rarity realized that Twilight had assumed that she would say yes. Twilight had said it so confidently as if it had already happened.

Of course she would. She also knew that Twilight would say yes if she had asked it first; but no, Twilight would want to be the one to ask it.

Or maybe she had, accidentally. Because Twilight had known that she had been making wedding dresses. One that would fit her, and one that would fit Twilight.

It would have fitted Twilight before the demon incident, but Twilight kept getting bigger. She had had to make a new one a month before their ceremony because it didn’t fit her anymore.

And so she got too busy to remember that she was about to get thrown out of a window.

She only remembered after the kiss. Twilight had picked her up and thrown her through the stained glass window depicting the defeat of Nightmare Moon.

And here she was now, in orbit, pondering what it meant to be thrown out of a window.

Ninety-three minutes later, Twilight caught her, and took her out for one of the best nights they ever had.

And so Rarity concluded.

To be thrown out of a window is to finally convince Twilight to go out for a fancy dinner. And to convince Twilight to go out for a fancy dinner is to be loved.