((a little thing with pen and dovey in light of snow’s death))
He watched the dying embers. It like forever at the same time as if no time had passed at all. His wife, his foal…they meant everything to him. He thought he had braced himself against any more tragedies like this. The stallion had thought that Mimic’s training was the last step to being able to live with such a reality.
But no…reality was far less kind than any illusion. He watched the blanket burn before watching the bodies of those he loved boil, sizzle and burn. He watched as the flames ate her beauty and devoured the body he cuddled with at night. The solemn pony engraved every detail of the morbid process into his heart. The guilty should carries their sins and part of that would be having this be his last memory of the final time he spent with her…even if it was with her corpse and the helpless body of his foal. The smell of burnt flesh wafted around him as it was subject to the whim of the wind. He remained in his spot. Enough burnings, enough death…and there was only so much a pony could take before it lost it’s meaning other than as a warning. With the deaths of Snow and Penitent, the true meaning had returned to the scent.
It was the scent of his family and the ashes of the life he had prayed for. All the light and hope sniffed out in one callous, cruel, pointless act. Even the Book was silent as he stared at the remains as the last but of fuel was pulled from their mortal shells. If…if nothing else, they would not rise as puppets to the Book. It was a pitiful mercy…as well as the only thing Pendleton had left to give the two who would have made his life complete.
It took the scarred stallion some time to realize he wasn’t alone. The scents of dough, flour, chocolate and berries hinted at who it was.
He didn’t want to talk to anypony. He didn’t want to see any pony or hear how sorry they were. No amount of ‘sorry’ would bring back what was lost. There was no pill or drug to take the pain away. Pen only wanted two things…to make sure they would not rise as undead mockeries and to kill Harpoon in the worst and most painful ways imaginable.
He started to speak to Sunshine. He was going to say ‘Don’t say you’re sorry’ but she cut him off quickly. All he got out was, “D…”
"Shut up. Eat your food." That was all she said to him.
She didn’t want to talk…and neither did he. There was nothing either could say. Snow would never hear it. She would never his, or hers, or any others’ words again. The only thing he could manage in response was a pitiful, pained “okay,” before he resumed staring as the last trace of Snow’s material form submitted to the embers.
As much as Pen wished he could say it helped…it didn’t. Without his mate, his son…the stallion would never be ‘okay’ again.
(Mod: I loved this so much, I had to write something for it! Unfortunately, it’s non-canon…but fuck it, it’s written like it is! I’m just so impressed and touched by the work that I had to do something in return! Sunshine, I’m speechless that you’d put such an effort into this, and in multiple pictures! I…just…damn, I had to write something and I hope it’s good enough!
If you aren’t following http://sunshine-dove.tumblr.com then you’re missing out! Just…argh…so good! Thank you so very, very much!!)
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