//------------------------------// // All The Hidden Love Beneath // Story: The Things In Between // by Gay For Gadot //------------------------------// Wallflower Blush had been quiet on the train ride to Canterlot. To be fair, Wallflower was quiet a lot of the time. Sunset never minded. While she loved a good conversation as much as anyone else, she didn’t need to fill the silence all the time. There was a serenity in just lying together as the world passed by. The shades of the painted world beyond their window exchanged as they made their way north: the greens and golds of the forest and meadows; the purples and whites of Mount Canterlot; the growing reds and pinks against the blue sky as day winded closer to night. All were in silent symphony as Sunset held Wallflower tight in her forelegs, her eyes drawn to no one else but her. When the train came to a halt, the conductor announcing that they had reached Canterlot, Wallflower looked up from her chest. “We’re here already?” “Yup! This one’s a short ride. Not like going all the way to the Crystal Empire or something.” As  they untangled their hooves, Sunset offered her an encouraging smile. “Though, we could go there someday, too, if you like. I haven’t been there in a long time.” “Hmm, maybe.” Unaccustomed to her new body, Wallflower needed a hoof up. No matter. She was light in Sunset’s grasp. Even if she wasn’t, she had her magic. Using either was good exercise. Once they were settled, Sunset led her by the forehoof out of the train. “The Crystal Empire’s an interesting place. Lost to an ancient curse for a thousand years. I’d never seen it before I crossed the mirror. It was still nothing but a legend then.” “Oh, wow.” Wallflower glanced up at her with those beautiful brown eyes. Sunset almost led them into a group of giggling mares, circumventing them at the last second. She could get lost in those eyes if she let herself. Taking a moment to focus on the task at hand, Sunset pointed towards Mount Canterlot. “See the castle up there?” When Wallflower nodded, Sunset explained, “That’s where we’re headed. That’s Canterlot Castle, where Princess Celestia and her sister, Princess Luna, live.” She paused. “Where I used to live.” Though it must have taken some effort, Wallflower gently squeezed Sunset’s forehoof like she would her hand. Sunset’s heart fluttered in response. She had to nuzzle her then. Simply had to. Otherwise, the adrenaline would make it impossible to breathe. Or focus on anything else. The way Wallflower’s breath hitched when she caressed her almost made Sunset pull them into somepony again. She laughed, then steered them better. Steered herself better. Hoof-in-hoof, they walked through the streets of Canterlot. Sunset pointed out things along the way. Places that had meaning and memory to her. Donut Joe’s, where she’d study late into the night, fueled by far too much sugar and caffeine. The park where she used to practice her magic. The Canterlot Library, where she’d devoured every book within during her search for… Well, she left that part out. Wallflower knew about that already. No need to spoil the mood. All the while, Sunset kept her close. Although still unsteady on her hooves, Wallflower seemed calm. She occasionally asked a question, but appeared happy to mostly just listen to Sunset’s recollections. Wallflower had her own stories, Sunset knew. Everyone did. Once Wallflower trusted Sunset enough to tell her own, she would gladly listen. For now, Sunset was happy to play storyteller. Especially when she made her laugh. “No, I’m telling you the truth! I bought all of the eclairs! Every last one!” Sunset hid a laugh behind her free forehoof. “Donut Joe had to close early!” Wallflower giggled. “N-no way!” Gah! She was far too cute for words. “In fact, he not only closed early, but had to open late the next day! There were more than a few ponies wondering why they couldn’t have their usual eclair and coffee!” Shaking her head, Sunset said, laughing, “Oh, wow… Poor Joe…” More giggles. “Yeah, p-poor Joe… And the others. You gave them…” Wallflower snorted as she finished, “A total eclair of the heart.” “Hey! That’s my kind of line!” Wallflower gave her that perfect smile. “Too late.” If they hadn’t been in public, Sunset would’ve kissed her. Since she didn’t feel like turning her girlfriend into a literal shrinking violet, she held back. Instead, she laughed and nuzzled her again. By the time they reached Canterlot Castle, Sunset didn’t notice the chill in the air. Despite the fact that Princess Celestia was in the process of lowering her sun, Sunset felt as warm as they had throughout the entire day. Crossing the portal, walking through the market, the tour, the picnic, the train ride… None of it would have felt as warm without the mare beside her. Or the girl that she would become when they went back home. As they approached the castle gate, the sight of Royal Guards made Sunset cringe on instinct. Wallflower must have noticed, for she, too, avoided their gaze. The soldiers’ golden armor glinted in the fading sunlight as they locked eyes with Sunset. “Hello there. I’m Sunset Shimmer, and this is Wallflower Blush.” Sunset cleared her throat, steeling her own nerves. This was the first time she’d seen Princess Celestia since the incident with the Memory Stone. While the meeting would be on good terms this time, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. “I know it’s past the usual time for an audience with Princess Celestia, but Princess Twilight Sparkle should have informed her that we would be stopping by.” The two guards exchanged a glance, then stomped their front forehooves. The great doors to the castle gradually opened. “Thank you.” Sunset bowed her head. Wallflower was already doing the same—or hiding within her mane. Either way, Sunset laid a forehoof over her withers as they passed the guards and entered the castle courtyard. When Wallflower continued to avoid her eyes, hidden beneath her silky green mane, Sunset came to a halt. “Hey.” She took one of Wallflower’s forehooves between both of her own. “You doing okay? Everything alright?” It was something Sunset asked often. Sometimes, it felt like some variation of “okay” was the most common word spoken between them. There was a time in Sunset’s life when she might have been annoyed by this, but not anymore. Not ever. She never wanted to force anything on Wallflower. Not meeting her friends, not sitting with them at lunch, not hanging out with them on weekends. Not coming to Equestria. Tartarus, not even being with Sunset. Everything had been a slow process after the Memory Stone. It started with including Wallflower in the yearbook—both in its development and its content—and promoting the Gardening Club. And it hadn’t ended there. Weeks went by before Sunset and Wallflower realized that what was growing between them was more than just friendship. Months passed before it was official. Throughout all that time, Sunset never once felt impatient. She reeled things back at times, yes—but it was never done begrudgingly. Above anything, Sunset just wanted Wallflower to be happy. So, when Wallflower finally met her eyes and said, “I’m okay, Sunset,” Sunset believed her. She had to, after all. Trust went both ways. As afraid Sunset was of hurting her, she had to trust that Wallflower was being honest with her when she said she wasn’t. “Alright.” Sunset gestured towards a long, spiraling staircase that led further into the castle. “That’s where we’re going. It’s a bit of a walk, but it shouldn’t be too bad. You’re feeling better on your hooves, right?” “Yeah, mostly.” “Okay.” With that, Sunset started them towards the stairs. “Hey, Sunset…” Sunset looked over. “Mmm?” “I…” Wallflower untangled their forehooves. “I, um… Need a moment to get ready. I-if you know what I mean.” With a light blush on her cheeks, she rubbed one foreleg with the other. “Can I just meet you up there?” Without hesitation, Sunset answered, “Of course.” She pointed towards the opposite side of the courtyard. “Just down that way. You shouldn’t miss the signs. Then I’ll meet you at the top of the stairs. If you get lost, just ask any Royal Guard where to go.” Against her own reservations, she mustered a grin. “I know they look scary, but they’re nice. Trust me.” She brought a forehoof to her muzzle, adding in a conspiratorial whisper, “Not to mention that they couldn’t even stop me when I was a teenager.” They shared a slight, if somewhat forced, giggle. With one last nod, Wallflower trotted off, her bushy green tail swishing behind her. When she’d realized she’d been staring, Sunset whirled back around, cheeks crimson. She was as attractive in one form as another. No amount of magic could change that. Seventy-one tiles. No, seventy-two. Seventy-two tiles on this section of floor. A third count confirmed that the first two had forgotten something. The one in the corner. Ah. It was far too easy to forget the one in the corner. Sunset stopped pacing and glanced down the stairs. Nothing. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? She should’ve tried bringing her watch across the portal. Her phone probably wouldn’t survive the dimensional magic, but maybe a simple watch would have. In lieu of that, a clock on the wall would do wonders. Maybe she would suggest Princess Celestia add one. … That was a joke. After everything, Sunset had no right to so much as let her former mentor know about the cracks in these tiles. Of which there were fifteen of them. No, wait. Twenty. The sound of hoofsteps yanked her from another round of counting. Her eyes lit up as she turned around. “Wallflower!” “‘Wallflower’? No, I’m planting more begonias tonight.” Princess Luna, wearing a big, floppy gardening hat and pulling a small wagon behind her, rounded the corner. “What’s this ‘wallflower’ you speak of? Never heard of it. Other than the expression, of course.” Sunset’s ears drooped, her smile fading. “Oh, don’t act so happy to see me now, Sunset Shimmer. I might not be able to handle the enthusiasm.” Both her ears and muzzle drooped further. “S-sorry, Princess Luna. I was just—” She sighed. “I’m waiting on Wallflower. My girlfriend,” she clarified, seeing the same question springing to the alicorn’s lips. “Ah.” Princess Luna looked over her assortment of gardening supplies. “The one who found the Memory Stone buried by Clover the Clever?” Sunset nodded. “The one who stole your friends’ memories to get back at you?” Sunset bit her lip. “It’s—it’s more complicated than that.” Princess Luna shot a knowing grin her way. “Love always is, isn’t it?” Grateful for the darkness of the growing night, Sunset replied, “Y-you could say that.” “So, you’ve brought her here to meet my sister.” Princess Luna looked down at her potting soil and trowels before returning to Sunset. “Does your Wallflower realize the significance of this?” “I—” Sunset’s mouth suddenly grew dry. Where was Wallflower? Why was this taking so long? “I-I’m not sure.” “... Do you realize the significance of this?” “I—I’m not sure…?” “Really?” To Sunset’s surprise—and irritation—Princess Luna snorted. “I may not know you that well, Sunset Shimmer, but from my sister’s stories, you never do anything unintentionally. You’re crafty. Cunning, some would say.” A brief pause. “Maybe to the point of overthinking.” “I guess I should have overthought this, then, because I’m still confused.” Sunset sighed. “I just want her to meet Princess Celestia because she’s important to me. They both are.” “Of course. I don’t dispute that. However—and I say this as one still a thousand years behind, in many ways—” Princess Luna’s smile faltered for a moment—“but, given that my sister practically raised you, bringing Wallflower here to meet her is—” “—Like having her meet my mom.” Another sigh. “Y-yeah, I—I get what you mean now.” The silence was punctuated by Princess Luna examining the begonias in her wagon. Sunset Shimmer may have not known her well either, but she was cognizant enough to know when somepony was stalling for time. Letting her breathe. Letting her think. Letting her feel. Realization washed over her like moonlight, which was now in full swing. One alicorn had finished her duties when Wallflower had left. Another had completed them before she returned. The sister she sought, Sunset had yet to see. Perhaps it was better that she had met the other one first. “W-well… I’m already here. We’re already here. It would be rude not to meet with Princess Celestia at this point.” She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying up the stairs. “But I didn’t—I didn’t mean for it to be this significant. To mean so much. To go so fast. It just… kind of happened. And I don’t want to overwhelm her.” Across from her, Princess Luna set the flowers in her magic down. “This is my niece’s realm, more than mine, but I will do my best.” She looked away, seeming deep in thought, before meeting Sunset’s gaze. “Things only have the meaning you ascribe to them. Flowers start dying from the moment they are cut.” She considered the bounty in her wagon. “Even so, we give them as gifts because of what they mean to us. And that meaning is whatever we decide. Collectively, there are commonalities, but… the true significance is from one pony to another. Do you understand what I am saying, Sunset Shimmer?” The weight of the day, the night, and the moment lifted from Sunset’s withers. “Yes. Yes I do, Princess Luna. Th—thank you.” She hesitated at the sound of more hoofsteps. They both turned around. Just a Royal Guard. His mane and coat colors seemed familiar, but he was no Wallflower. Sunset sighed towards Princess Luna. “Well, I should probably go find her. I think she must have gotten lost.” The Royal Guard turned around. “Are you looking for an Earth pony mare? Light-green coat, dark-green mane?” “Yes!” Sunset zipped over to him, eyes wide. “Where is she?” The guard did not shirk from Sunset’s advance, though his eyes widened a bit. “The Royal Gardens, just outside the courtyard. She looked a little lost, but wouldn’t respond to me.” At his words, Sunset’s heart sank. “O-oh. Um, thank you. Uh…” She looked him up and down. Where had she seen him before? “Sir…” “Flash Sentry. Sir Flash Sentry.” A bark of a chuckle roared through Sunset. Both Sir Flash Sentry and Princess Luna raised their brows in response, exchanging quizzical looks. “Sorry! Sorry! Long story.” Once Sunset calmed, she said with a bow of her head, “Thank you, Sir Flash Sentry. Thank you both.” As Sunset headed down the stairs, she caught wind of Sir Flash Sentry asking Princess Luna, “First, Princess Twilight. Now, her. Do I have something on my face?” Just as Sir Flash Sentry had said, Sunset found Wallflower in the Royal Gardens. Beneath a weeping willow, she sat with her back to Sunset, gazing up at the great branches of the mighty tree above her. Sunset approached as quietly as she could. However, there were some things she couldn’t put past an Earth pony’s magic. Especially one so connected to the life she trampled underhoof. Wallflower’s ears flicked. When her eyes met Sunset’s, she turned back around. Sinking into herself, she pulled at the long sleeves of her baggy sweater. When she joined her side, Sunset took a deep breath. “Wallflower,” she said, laying a forehoof on her withers as she sat down. It didn’t take long for Wallflower to take a deep breath of her own. Fidgeting in her characteristic way in an uncharacteristic body, she laid the blame for their tension on herself. Not surprising, though it was always hard to hear. “Sunset, I—I’m so sorry. I just...” She sighed. “Th-this is all my fault.” “All your fault?” Sunset moved her foreleg from her withers to her waist, embracing her in a more human way. “Wallflower, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Both her words and the gesture were meant to be comforting. Yet, Wallflower tensed as she faced her fully. “Y-you? Sunset, none of this is your fault!” She tugged at the sleeves of her sweater. “Y-y-you’re not the one who’s—who’s—d-disappointing.” “Disappointing?” Sunset could barely believe her own ears. She blinked once, twice, a third time. “Wait. Back up.” With a confused frown, she asked, “Are we even talking about the same thing right now?” Both mares stared at each other. The gentle breeze through the gardens was the sole cadence to the silence humming between them. Then, Wallflower cracked the tiniest of smiles. “Maybe not…” Sunset returned it with one of her own. “Didn’t think so.” “Sorry. I’m playing the pronoun game again, aren’t I?” “Mmhm. And I’m not very good at it.” Wallflower’s tiny smile withered as quickly as it grew. Sunset wanted to comment, but waited, letting Wallflower gather her words. “Sometimes, it feels like that’s the only kind of thing I’m good at. The pronoun game, misreading things, and…” As Wallflower looked over her pony form, she finished, “Being disappointing.” Without missing a beat, Sunset gently guided Wallflower’s gaze back to her. “I misread things too sometimes. Everyp—everyone does. And disappointing? You’ve never disappointed me, Wallflower.” “Sunset,” Wallflower said, an edge in her words and a grit in her teeth, “you and I both know that’s not true.” “Well—not since the Memory Stone, at least.” Sunset shook her head. “But not since I’ve gotten to know you.” The smile on her muzzle grew. “Everything I’ve learned about you since we started spending time together has only made me like you more.” Her words were sincere, as real as she could make them. As real as the tangle of their forehooves, as the wind that teased their manes, as her heart thumping in her chest. Regardless, Sunset knew—though she would never, ever fault her for it—all the things she said couldn’t hold a candle to the storm that raged inside Wallflower’s mind. Outside of the storm, Sunset could only wait for it to swell. Could only ride the waves once they broke. After the silence sang, Sunset witnessed what had been brewing. “You—I—I-I have no idea what you see.” Splendid copper eyes crashed into Sunset’s own. “Inside my head, I just hear how worthless and invisible and broken I am. It never stops, no matter what I try. No matter what I do… O-or what you do. A-and then we come here, to this magical place, and…” Sunset looked over the mare in her forelegs. Every inch of her was beautiful, down to the freckles on her cheeks that the transformation magic had thankfully spared. “A-and what do I become? I’m—I don’t have any magic, o-or a special talent, really. I-It’s a flower, yeah, but that’s nothing special at all! Just like back home. Same ol' boring Wallflower who fits in better with plants than people—or ponies. And even through a magic mirror, I look the same as before, but worse! My hair becomes this frizzy thing—” Sunset sparked her magic, moving a bit of mane from Wallflower’s eyes. “A-and my colors are the same. Everyone else is pretty and shiny and colorful, but I’m just dull. I’m all ugly and gross and clashing and I can’t—I-I can’t even be without—w-without my… W-w-without the…” Red magic concealed what Wallflower was looking down at with shame. The sleeves slid back down over her fetlocks. That same aura traced back up to her chin, bringing her eyes, brimming with tears, into Sunset’s own. “Wallflower, listen to me.” Sunset chose her breaths, and her words, carefully. “I’m sure you know this by now, but it bears repeating: I will always be honest with you. After all the awful things I did when I first came through the mirror, I vowed to—before anything else—be open and honest about who I am and how I feel.” Sunset let her words sink in before continuing, “You are beautiful to me. Absolutely beautiful. Back home, and here, too.” She couldn’t help but frown. “I’m sorry if I made you feel inadequate in some way by introducing you to my friends here—some of whom, yes, are Princesses.” She gave Wallflower’s forehooves a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t intend to, but I should have thought about how that must have made you feel.” Sunset didn’t have a chance for the silence to linger this time. “D-did you know I was going to look like this?” “Do you mean, did I know you’d become an Earth pony?” Sunset shook her head. “No, because not even Princess Celestia knows how the mirror’s magic works. I had no idea what you’d come out as.” Sunset nuzzled her cheek. “But that doesn’t matter to me. I’d still like you just as much even if you were a pegasus or a unicorn on this side.” “... Or an alicorn?” Wallflower added, almost in a whisper. “Of course. No matter what.” Sunset realized what she’d been implying. “No more, no less. Just as much.” When the silence returned, it felt lighter than before. Despite this, Sunset felt a familiar tension winding back through her. It tightened when she realized what was rising from her stomach. Something other than flutters or nerves. In time, she would share it with Wallflower. When she was ready. When they both were ready. Right now, she needed to make her convictions known past any shred of reasonable doubt. “I—I think having you meet Princess Celestia after everything else we’ve done today might have been too much. I didn’t mean to put pressure on you, but I did. And I think it’s been building up all day. Hasn’t it?” A long minute passed before Wallflower gazed up at Sunset. “W-well… I am really nervous to meet her, but it’s not really about her. It’s… it’s just…” She shook her head. “I never understand what you see in me, Sunset. Why you like me. Why you’re with me. After all, you’re Sunset Shimmer. You can have anyone you want.” Her chest heaved. “Besides, this—this isn’t going to last. L-let’s be real. I’ll hurt you again, or you learn something about me that makes you n-not like me anymore. Or you’ll look around and see wh-who else you could have, and—” Closing the gap between them, Sunset countered that thought. The kiss was brief but fierce, Sunset pulling Wallflower flush against her. It wasn’t their first kiss overall, but it was their first as ponies. One that Sunset had been wanting all day, starting when Wallflower emerged with uneasy hooves and the prettiest smile. As they pulled away, Sunset rested her snout against Wallflower’s. An ancient gesture. The sharing of breath. A reinforcement of intimacy and connection, dating back to when the first ancestors of ponies—who were all Earth ponies, full of burgeoning magic—roamed free. Something that Wallflower could not have understood on the same instinctual level that Sunset did. Something that she returned all the same, the warmth of her breath so sweet and tender on Sunset’s muzzle. She smiled as she gazed into her eyes. No magic known to man or equine could compare to the majesty that accompanied them here. They were both strangers in a strange land in their own ways, brought together from the ends of space, time, and reality itself. Meeting her eyes, Wallflower whispered, her cheeks scarlet, “Fl-flutters.” Sunset’s blazed back. “Yeah?” “Y-yeah.” “Me too.” They stayed like that for a little while longer. When Sunset Shimmer pulled away, still holding Wallflower’s forehooves in her own, she spoke one last time. The very bottom of her heart was scraped bare as she said, “I choose you, Wallflower. The kind, beautiful, caring girl whose eyes light up at her passions. The one who shirks from the limelight, but who shines when she’s needed the most. Whose heart is nothing but pure. Who just needed someone to treat her like a person to really flourish.” Sunset was beaming now. “Just like flowers need the right water and soil to not only survive, but thrive, all you needed was the right care. The right chance. The right environment. Between my friends and I, you’ve been given the opportunity to show the world who you really are. And you have. “And that’s who I choose, every single day. You aren’t forcing me; no one is. I’m choosing to be with you. Because that’s what I want—who I want. You.” Sunset’s heart raced, leaving her breathless, as she finished, “Even if you can’t believe it—even if there’s a part of you that will never let you accept it—it’s still real. And I’ll keep telling you it is. No matter what. “Out of all the choices I have, I choose you. And I’ll keep choosing you as long as you keep choosing me.” Joy glimmered in Wallflower’s new tears, rather than sorrow. This time, she didn’t shy away, leading them with clumsy forehooves into another kiss. Sunset closed her eyes, savoring the sensation—the warmth of the truth that flowed outwards from her to the one she beheld. When Wallflower broke the caress, she wrapped her forelegs around Sunset at last. Together, they held each other tight. Wild ponies—even the mighty Earth ponies of eons past—couldn’t tear them away. Wallflower nuzzled her. “I choose you too, Sunset.” Sunset rested her head atop Wallflower’s, holding her close. She sighed contentedly, relieved in her own way. “Sunset?” “Mmm?” “I… I still want to meet her. Princess Celestia, I mean.” Wallflower met her eyes. “If it’s not too late. But I think I need a little time with just you right now, if that’s okay.” Truth be told, Sunset had half a mind to forego their visit entirely and stay like this as long as Wallflower would let her. Knowing how much this meant to both of them, she smiled down at her and replied, “Of course it’s okay. Princess Celestia usually stays up pretty late, so I don’t think she’ll mind. I know that I certainly don’t.” When Wallflower replied, “Okay,” and held her tighter, Sunset sensed something different in it. Something that spoke louder than the dark thoughts that often stood between what Wallflower heard and what Sunset meant. It was nice to hear the latter sink in. Despite what Wallflower’s mind would argue, Sunset hadn’t been disappointed in the slightest. Growing up, she never thought something like this could happen. That she could share her life—especially her old life—with someone who meant more than magic to her. No matter how long it took Wallflower to see herself in the same way that Sunset did—if she ever would or could—Sunset vowed to be there to remind her. To keep making the same choice, day by day, over and over again. Never tiring of it. After all, it was an easy choice to make. To have her. When she broke their embrace, Wallflower pecked at Sunset’s cheek. Sunset traced over where she’d been kissed. “What was that for?” “That was a thanks.” Wallflower’s tail swished as she rose to her hooves. “For being so patient and understanding with me. Like you always are.” Sunset rose in turn, smiling. “How could I not be? You’re always worth waiting for.” Rather than argue otherwise, Wallflower only smiled back, her eyes shining. For the first time in a while, Sunset felt like that part of Wallflower believed what she said about her. Sensing that recognition, she felt more than happiness or joy. More than euphoria, even. She had an inkling of what the right word might be to describe it, though she knew it would take more time to know for sure. “So…” Sunset looked around the sprawling garden. “Before we head out, can you tell me anything special about the flowers here? Other than the roses I used to practice magic, I don’t think I recognize any of them.” There was a spark of magic in Wallflower’s eyes. One that the mirror hadn’t given her. One that she’d carried all this way herself. She took Sunset by the forehoof, leading her to a group of plants with green, fern-like leaves and a cluster of white petals. “These are yarrow, also called Asteraceae.” She delicately showed them to Sunset, her soft, sweet voice almost alluring as she continued, “In mythology, they were used to heal battle wounds…” While Sunset watched Wallflower move from one end of the garden to the other, one thought rose above everything else: This must be what love feels like.