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- >Roasting Hops tried to put her champagne glass back down without breaking it.
- >Or let her thumping heart break her ribcage.
- >"Anon, it's been so long."
- >She discreetly eyed the places she remembered him keeping his sharp implements.
- >They were covered by clothing; they weren't drawn. He wasn't here to kill her.
- >Yet.
- >Anon sat himself in the small pony seat across from the green mare.
- >Roasting Hops looked around, without moving her nose, for Upper Crust.
- >No sign of her date yet. She '''was''' early, after all.
- "Roastie. You're looking great."
- >Roasting Hops tried to read Anon's face.
- >Pain, fear, hope, even something that was probably nostalgia or love all registered there.
- "I guess you found your way out of the restroom finally?"
- >She was surprised to hear that without the level of insult she expected.
- >"You mean the one in Manehatten?" The human nodded.
- >The pair were talking in Trottingham, at the moment.
- "Feels like it's been a century since I've seen you."
- >ThatsBecauseItLiterallyHas.ogg
- >Roasting Hops focused on her heart rate.
- >She hadn't had to look normal in … about a century.
- >Just like old times.
- >Except where it's totally different.
- >"I totally didn't expect to see you again. Like, after the argument last time."
- >There hadn't been one.
- >She'd gone to powder her nose and crawled out through the window.
- "I've been thinking a lot about how we seperated."
- >He barely moved. Still coiled like a snake, eyes following her face,
- >they flicked to follow her hooves as she brushed her orange curls out of her way.
- >She needed all the eyesight she could get. If this turned violent …
- >"And working out, Anon. You don't look a day older."
- >''Don't mention it directly. Don't start this fight.''
- >She'd seen him drop royal guards like they were rotten hot-potatoes.
- > Roasting Hops tried to sip her champagne.
- >She barely noticed that she cracked the flute as she slammed it back to the table.
- >"I suppose you're here to talk about our future."
- > Still, his body didn't move as he replied
- "I'd be just as happy to talk about the past."
- >Finally he relaxed a little, his attention roving beyond Roasting's form.
- > Anon eyed the plates on the table.
- "In the future, your boyfriend is meeting you."
- >He raises his eyes to yours, a hurt look coming to the fore.
- "Pony stallion?"
- >You nod.
- >"Anon I …"
- > ''never liked having your weird, gangly legs wrapped around me?''
- > Never wanted to date a cold blooded killer?
- > '''Want to know what the effing tartarus caused us both to stop aging?'''
- "I'm not here to force you into anything, Roastie. If you want to split up, let me know."
- >There's a tear forming, now falling.
- >But his expression has softened. He's said his piece; he's found his peace.
- >"I was afraid." Her heart was thumping again.
- >They had been Quicksilver for a decade and a half, and she never wanted it.
- "I would have gone legit, for you. I thought that's what that dinner had celebrated."
- >The other couple. She remembered now.
- >They had met a pony stallion taking his lady friend out for a date.
- >''Human'' lady friend.
- > Her eyes fell to the table, noting the weave of the tablecloth's silken pattern.
- > Would it really have been that easy?
- >"Now that I'm not a filly, I'm sorry I hurt you, those years ago."
- >When she looked up, Anon was crying freely, though his expression was motionless.
- >Cold, like the snake decorations of his dojo from the human lands.
- >"Anon, you can write to me. Maybe … in enough years, I'll be available again."
- >"But for now, I have a coltfriend, and he's"
- >''Right over there,'' politely waiting and looking out of place for it.
- >OhCrapOhCrapOhCrap
- >Anon's going to follow my eyes,
- >then kill the competition,
- >so that I'll be available NOW
- >He follows her gaze and sees Upper Crust, looking out of place.
- >Roasting Hops can't breathe.
- >Anon looks back at her, and uses a quick head-tip to point at Upper Crust.
- >Roasted Hops nods, once.
- >Anon sits up straight, wipes his tears away.
- >She realizes she had been holding her breath.
- >She has read his body language; there won't be bloodshed over this.
- "Can I … hug you?"
- >Anon is almost choking, his tears still flowing.
- >Humans are so strange some times. With their emotional displays especially.
- >Roasting scoots her chair back from the table, hooves only lightly on its surface
- >Anon jumps up, and steps around the table to embrace her.
- >His sweat is fresh. Showered, then hustled through a job.
- >The smell is identifiable. ''Too'' familiar.
- >A picture of nights spent in ditches, hovels, and broken-into cellars.
- >She isn't sorry to have a home.
- >But she's sorry to have hurt the stallion, human though he is.
- "I just wanted to save you. You seemed so scared, that first night."
- >He means when they met, she realizes.
- >"That was the morning, Anon. I was too drunk in the night to know …"
- >He steps back, broad, flexible hands still on her shoulders.
- "What did you think we were going to do? In my motel room and us both drunk."
- >She didn't remember. She shrugged.
- >Then she did. Her father had written a letter exculding her from the will.
- >The family alcohol was wine, and he wouldn't tolerate a beer drinker.
- >Aloud, she told him "I needed somepony to hug me. -
- > "I guess I didn't care what else they touched."
- >Like her sense of survival.
- >He tried to smile, failed.
- >Anon stood up, towering over her, then turned and walked out.
- >Just like that. No odd gait, no looking back, no sniffling.
- >But if the past century had taught her anything, it was she (and he, it seemed) was immortal.
- >They could amend their fences later.
- >If no one killed her.
- >Or Anon.
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