𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ✧ 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙞𝙘

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↳ apple jack ༉‧₊˚✧

Apple Jack woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, the sun only just breaking over the hills as she slowly crept out of the bed to not wake Rarity, her feet hitting the cool bare floor with a soft creek of the wood.

She opened the window and let the fresh air in, running a hand through her hair as she tried to catch her breath.

Even though Apple Jack couldn't stand Rarity, she also couldn't stand to watch her cry all alone. It'd be cruel. It was only a one-time thing that she'd sworn would only happen again if Rarity absolutely needed it.

Apple Jack quickly but carefully grabbed a tank-top and her overalls from her drawers, her hands pushing them shut slowly as she kept her eye on the bed, making sure Rarity wasn't stirring.

Besides, her house was almost finished, and Apple Jack didn't plan on visiting her ever.

Maybe if she tried to speed up the process of the house being built, the sooner Rarity would be out of her life, just as everyone around her had intended. Just how things were naturally meant to be. Human.

"Ready to get started?" Apple Jack asked Big Mac, who was manning the grill. He'd already started prepping the barbeque ribs and hamburgers.

"Yeeup," he said, flipping his spatula.

Apple Jack smiled, the dark circles under her eyes disappearing as she flashed her pearly white smile. She tried to turn away, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Apple Jack?" Big Mac asked, his voice soft.

"....Eh, yeah?" She said, her stance shifting.

"I saw you out in the orchid last night, you alright?"

Apple Jack shoved her hat tighter and averted her eyes from Big Mac's tender stare. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just needed some air."

"You were cryin," Big Mac insisted, setting down his spatula.

"...Guess I was. But it's nothing you would understand, so don't bother, alright?" She said. "I've got to go do my chores. I forgot to grab the watermelon from the garden. Seems important, don't it?"

"Not as important as talkin bout your feelings."

"You never talk about your feelings, Big Mac," Apple Jack recalled, crossing her arms.

"I don't have many, except for my care for you, Apple Jack. We can talk later once you figure out what to say."

Apple Jack sighed, looking at her feet as she waited for Big Mac to let her go. "I'll never figure out what to say- so you keep waitin for later."

↳ rarity ༉‧₊˚✧

Rarity woke up to the smell of sweet apple desserts cooking in the downstairs oven and the clanking of pots and pans as Granny Smith ordered someone around in the kitchen furiously.

A mere ten seconds stood in between her eyes opening and her standing in the middle of the kitchen, ready to lend a helping hand.

But instead, Granny Smith asked her to keep an eye on Apple Bloom, who was still trying to help her cook despite her broken arm, and was only getting in the way.

"I read something about you in a magazine the other day," Apple Bloom said the second she was in her room.

"Oh dear," Rarity sighed, plopping on the ground, her robe fanning out all around her like the petals of a flower.