rare_fabulosity (rare_fabulosity) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-02-20 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~rarity |
Who: Rarity (Open to the concerned at heart!)
When: 2/20 Evening
Where: Rarity (& Art's) Beach Home
What: Rarity Goes Bonkers
Rating: Depressing
Open
Otherwise Completed
The days had been long since she had last spoken to anyone. She did not look to her little computer device or her phone no matter how it might beep or buzz or ding that she had messages or calls. The only thing she looked at was the mirror, any mirror in the house, staring through her reflection. She looked horrible. Rarity had never looked worse in her life--not even that time she pretended to be Applejack and rolled around in the mud. It was entirely possible she hadn't even bathed today...perhaps not even yesterday. By Celestia it was bad. She certainly hadn't had much to eat, maybe a handful of cereal, some water or juice. Everything mad her sick. She had actually been sick the first day she had launched into all of this. Since then she had eaten little and slept much.
Today she looked banged up and broken, beaten down, sitting on the floor in their bedroom with makeup stained by tears down her cheeks and hair all a mess. She had done so much crying she was likely dehydrated and with her lack of food or drink she was light headed and not in the right frame of mind. Today she had flung herself around with her magic, which did not do what she had hoped it would even with her best attempts and truest of hearts. The mirror she had been staring at was shattered on the floor and she didn't even care. Rarity held a piece in her hands and looked at it, tired.
It wasn't working. She couldn't go through the mirror. Rarity knew in her heart that it was not The Mirror that Celestia had toyed with for years, it wasn't The Mirror that sent Twilight to another dimension. Still, she had to try. Maybe she could make a new one. Maybe she could bring Art back. She thought about asking the Princess about it but she couldn't bring herself to leave the house or to even write to anyone. Luna also wasn't the sister that dabbled with such things, she only knew how awful it had been to watch her sister lie. Sort of.
So Rarity had then tried to teleport herself to no avail. If she moved it had been but a hair and after all of her stress, failures, and being tired in spite of her hours and hours of sleep...she cried more. It was too much. The woman doubled over holding her stomach and sobbed loud, in pain, a horrible cry so like what one would imagine of Rarity and worse for it was real. It was an ugly cry, plain and simple. She threw the shard of mirror at the wall where it broke in the deafening howl of her cries she didn't hear it. When she could cry no more she lay on her right side, her tangled blonde hair spilling across the rich, luxurious white carpet. She just lay there, holding herself, sniffling and sobbing by her lonesome. She needed her husband and he was no where to be found. She needed her friends but could not bring herself to ask for their comfort, not when they had lost as much or more than she. So she just lay there, alone, hoping and praying the island would do away with her, too. Then she would not have to feel such pain and agony regardless of how selfish it was. Only one person here would even notice or care, anyway...