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Vinyl barely breathed, hardly even dared to blink her eyelids. It wasn't a tense silence when Octavia's cello finally fell silent, her private concert completed with a fluttering crescendo. No, it was the calmest silence Vinyl had ever experienced, a moment which neither pony wanted to break.

She could almost sense the fine, spidersilk-like strands that bonded her and Octavia together for that one, infinite moment. The moment that simply hung time in the air, the sensation of the bond feeling stronger, sturdier, yet one soft whisper would blow the moment away. She simply lay were she was, Octavia's head resting on her shoulder, that adorable little manedo she had falling across Vinyl's chest. She wasn't even sure if she was awake, she seemed as peaceful as a pony in the deepest realms of sleep.

However, Octavia was, in fact, of this waking world. She still felt detached from it, like Equestria was rushing past around them, while they experienced everything each second could offer to them. Vinyl's heartbeat came thick and fast, she could feel it through her shoulder. She found herself sliding, resting her head on her chest for a close listen as Vinyl leaned back to accept her. The hoof that had lain comfortingly across her back now tousled with her mane, gently stroking it in a manner Octavia was almost embarrassed to admit she enjoyed. Almost.

The heartbeat itself, only one instrument, two notes, ever-repetitive, yet fuller and more vibrant than the grandest ensemble that even the Royal Court could offer her. She imagined the infinite complexity of the being she rested upon, only further complicating itself as she increased the microscopy of her imagination. The millions and trillions of tiny pieces, processes and pulses that made up Vinyl Scratch. This machination of so much effort and detail, for what purpose?

Octavia smiled, burying her head further into Vinyl's fuzzy coat. The hairs tickled her snout, causing it to wrinkle in a way Vinyl found adorable to watch. This prissy, cultured mare, reverting to a filly in her presence. Vinyl found it too enjoyable to even describe. There was something about Octavia when she got excited, or angry. The little cracks showed in her armour, and beneath it was a pony who Vinyl had more than liked getting to know.

For her own part, Octavia finally realised all she had ignored, all she had forgotten. Vinyl's body was the epitome of art, a contrived effort of some divine entity, to create something impossible, create something so complex that it gave pony scientists a headache. What purpose was there in art? It only exists to be marvelled at, something to cast your adoration upon, and one day hope that you can claim it as your own; to one day experience the art yourself.

From Mozcart to Beethoofen to Maretisse, none of them had ever tried to tell a story or change the world. They simply created something beautiful, and watched in marvelled amazement as the world changed towards it. As it changed to accept the new views, the inspiring symphonies, the emotive paintings. A tear welled in her eye as she realised the foalishness of her own mind. What she felt for Vinyl wasn't there to be quantified, understood or rationalised. It was simply a force of its own nature, an appreciation of an art piece she finally understood. Love and life don't exist for a purpose, she should simply enjoy what they offered, and cast her adoration upon them as they deserve.

She felt a peace wash throughout her whole body as she finally understood. All this time she had tried to change Vinyl, and make her more cultured to suit her old views. Maybe she, as the observant, simply needed to tilt her head, and look at this pony in a new light?

Or maybe, she thought as she slid her forelegs around Vinyl's torso and embraced her in a close hug, she simply needed to make the most of it while she still had the opportunity to peruse its perfection. She felt Vinyl's shuddering breaths as her lungs heaved slowly and silently, the heart pounding more gloriously than ever. It sounded like the deepest, most bass-heavy drumbeat Octavia could imagine. Vinyl was as scared to break this one, perfect moment as Octavia was.

Octavia pondered for a long moment as Vinyl reciprocated the hug. What could she do or say that wouldn't break the moment, that would bring it forward to new horizons? She smiled as a not-so-new idea came into her mind, back from the ether where it had been repressed to. She slowly loosened her grip on Vinyl's torso, feeling the subtle uncertainty as Vinyl's forelegs relaxed their embrace slightly.

She crawled up to look Vinyl in the eye. In those strange, little, red baubles. Completely incapable of hiding an emotion, always relying on the trademark shades to have a hope at going incognito. Asking her to remove them was the best decision Octavia had ever made, it was like removing a paper bag from her head. Now, she could actually see Vinyl.

The red eyes quivered with uncertainty, unsure, but unwilling to break or release the eye contact. Octavia's own eyes simply stared, delving deeper and more intrusively into Vinyl's mind. The millimetres between them disappeared under the trance, eyes closing on one another as the lips took their first tentative touch. Delicate at first, but then Octavia found herself pressing down passionately on Vinyl's muzzle.

And to her final, internal glee, Vinyl pushed back just as hard.
Part of me feels bad for writing this.

The other part of me feels pretty good.

The first part feels bad that the second part feels so good.

Dammit, shipping.

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smurphy365 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2014
damn.... That's all i can think to say is... damn...
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GreyVinyl Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
-Tear- So Beautiful. . . I need a moment. . .

-sits down-
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halochiefhdz Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student General Artist
This is the best thing I could ever read
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trebletriforce Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -explodes twice- SO ADORABLE HFYDGUIBYUFGHUIDFGFDRVGGSDUHFGBJHSDXGYERUYFGGUISDGFJKHSDRTGRFRGHQWERUIVHNRFTEGYVIER
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MitsukiAdored Featured By Owner May 16, 2012
I love how beautifully you described their feelings and actions. It was just so serene sitting here and reading this. Very beautiful :')
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El-Jorro Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2012
This chapter is a vivid wordscape...No dialogue but it speaks more than all the others.
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Srelio Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You ever find yourself at a loss of words because you just read something just utterly perfect? Yeah, that.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012
Irony when that chapter has no dialogue, either. :P
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:iconsrelio:
Srelio Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Irony indeed. I think you still get my point. XD
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:iconcoffeegrunt:
CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012
Indeed I do, thanks for the compliment. I hope you enjoy the rest of it, now. :D
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