Spirit of Winter 7: Night

>You can see the lights of Twilights house from an alley way
>To your left is a restaurant and to your right a coffee shop
>Eh what the hell, you are the immortal embodiment of winter after all, if some asshole jumps you, you can just freeze all the water in his body
> Holly fuck what’s that smell?
>The smell of rotting sod, and moldy coffee grinds is not keeping the drink you had with Rarity down and the humidity being given off by the dumpsters is not just making shit worse
>You quicken your pace to try and keep yourself from blowing chunks everywhere
>You’re not quick enough
>In you throat is a burning sensation characterized by alcoholic flop vomit
>Your whole body convulses as you vomit up a red burning mixture of wine vodka and bile
>”Heyy whatha fuck?”
>You look over by one of the dumpsters and see a gray pony with a paper bag on his head and a stained brown trench coat draped around him
>”Canja see ima busssy here, can have you puking on mee an this fine mare ima about ta put tha mouves on”
>This bums drunk and probably high on some pony drug
>You tilt you’re head to see what “fine mare” this grease ball is talking about
>Holy fuck
>Is that, that Cyan pony Twilight is friends with?
>Yeah it is and she’s passed out in regular drunk chick fashion
Uhhh listen budy how about you step back and call it night.
>”That fuck you jus say to mothafucker?”
>The bum gets up
>his trench coat is open revealing his flacid sore covered dick
Oh what the fuck man!
>”yoo betah get out a here befor somponeh gets hurt”
>He pulls out a knife and mimes stabbing you hoping to scare you off
> Shamfur Dispray

>You snap your fingers and moisture beings to condense around his head while the temperature drops, freezing the millions of tiny water droplets around him
>In a few second the bum’s head is frozen in a block of ice
>He drops his rusty knife and begins to stumble around and loses his balances falling over shattering your beautiful ice helmet
>Now that, that is done back to business
>You knell next to… Rainbow Blitz? Rainbow Smash? Whatever the fuck her name is
>Shit she smells like booze, you feel like you’re getting drunk just by smelling her
>You give a little sigh as you pick her up and begin walking with her in your arms
>The smell of vomit and booze makes you cringe but you need to work through it
>Deciding to hurry this shit up and you begin to glide above the ground like a ghost
>Shit this mare stinks; you think you feel some more of that wine coming up
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>You feel your dinner coming up, only to be painfully swallowed back down
>You reach Twilights place and luckily the lights are still on
> You take a deep breath and begin to blow hail stones onto her door
>You are still blowing hail stones on the door when the brass knob turn to open the door
>”Hello? wh- AHHH!! OW OW OW OW OW!!”
>You cut off your breath along with the hail stones
Sorry!
>”Anon?  What the heck! Why couldn’t you just knock?
Well I kind of have my hands full
>Twilight looks down to see what you have in your arms, she frowns when she sees a passed out cyan pony
>”Oh no not again…”
What?  Does this happen a lot?
>”Yes and she usually ends up too drunk to fly and sleeps at someone else’s house… Where’d you find her?”
Well… She was passed out in an alley and about to be raped by a bum so I froze his head and brought her here.  Can I set her down somewhere?  She’s stinking up my new clothes.
>”You froze somponies head?”
Eeeyup
>Twilight begins rubbing her temples
>”Ugh, I don’t want to know right now, just take her to the guest bed”
>You nod silently and walk up the stairs leading to Twilights loft
>you lay the cyan pony down gently
>Eh, it’s really warm in here she probably won’t get cold
>Walking back down you see Twilight putting away a few of her personal books
Hey do you have a shower I can use?  I feel kind of gross after carrying her around.
>”Yeah it’s just down the hallway”
Thanks
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>Twilights bathroom is small like Raritys but again you’re not a pony
>You turn on the water and wait for it to get warm
>Once again your mind wanders to your grandfather “You take too long shower!  Do you know how much water costs!  Your comrade next door use water, don’t be selfish”
>You decide to make quick work of your shower
>It's really a become a habit for you
>If you took too long the hot water would often be shut off by a penny pinching Partisan
>Soaped, rinsed and your greasy hair clean your step out of the shower and onto the warm tile
>You step over to the mirror and are forced to crouch so you can get a good look at yourself and looking back at you is a fledgling beard
>If it was any longer it would have icicles dangling off of it
>But instead it's coated in frost
>Damn you look good
>No, you should shave
>... shit no razor
>Back in Canterlot you had to have a razor custom made, so running to a convenient store or something is out of the question
>You admire yourself for a few minutes until you begin to notice ice is starting to creep up on the mirror
>"My, my, it's hot in here
>You nearly jump out of your skin and spin around to see who is behind you
>No one is there
>You look back into the mirror and see a clean mirror void of frost
>But your beard is still frosty
>Breathing a sigh of relief you lean on the sink and close your eyes
>You need sleep

>All dried and in new cloths you step out to see that Twilight has turned out all the lights except a small lamp next to the couch, you won’t need the blanket she left for you though… Jesus fuck Christ it’s hot in here
>On the Kitchen table is a large jug of water filled with ice, with a small glass next to it.
>Taking the jug in hand as you sit down you pour yourself a little water.
>The water is so nice and cold and it makes the room seem a little more pleasant.
>From the stair behind you, you head Twilight descend them.
>"Hey..."
Hey...
>Twilight walks over to the seat next to you.
>"How are you feeling?"
What?
>"You just... Seem a little off..."
Oh sorry.
>"Don't be.  I know everything must have gotten so hard."
Eh, I wish I could enjoy the spring more, and summer is going to be brutal.
>"S-so you don't miss your home?"
Twi, before I came here I was living on my own in the wilderness hours away from the nearest town in the middle of the woods.  There wasn't much going for my in my world.
>"Oh..."
Things are a lot better for me here... In every way.
>Twilight gives you a small smile... Wow she's pretty.
>She seemed little awkward, but she's so incredibly sweet.
>"Anon...?"
Yeah?
>"If you don't mind me asking...  Do you remember anything from... You know... That day..."
Remember...?  I remember everything... Every awful detail...
>"I don't think Celestia or the doctors told you...  But when we  found you, you didn't have a pulse... We thought you were... Dead..."
Well I'm not now.
>"I know but...  I was so scared... I-
>You take Twilight's hoof in your hands
Don't think about it, you worry too much.   I've never met anyone who worries about everyone but herself so much.
>Lightly you brush Twilights mane out of her face.  Tears have begun to well up in her eyes.
Let's just get some sleep.
>Twilight nods before hugging you
>You let go of her a look back into her eyes and see her blushing up a storm.
>She gets out of the chair and heads back upstairs.
>Twilight looks back at you smiling slightly sheepish
>"You aren't-"
What?
>"g-goodnight."
Goodnight

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