The hoofbeat belonging to the pony coming up the stairs stops outside Rainbow's door. Dash watches it quietly, forcing her annoyed, angry expression to dull down just in case someone indeed ends up coming through. She hears some shuffling outside the door. It sounds like whomever it is has put their ear against it. The sloppiness and roughness of the movement due to the apparent drunkenness of the pony is what makes it audible.
Rainbow shifts uncomfortably, waiting for either the door to open or for whoever is there to go back down the stairs. To her surprise, the steps actually do start to descend back down the stairs. Once the ragged hoofbeat is out of earshot, Rainbow stands up on the bed. She stands there for another whole minute, keeping her head turned with an ear listening. Only after hearing another surge of merry laughter from downstairs does poor Dash finally relax.
She moves back over to the door, quickly locking it again just for the illusion of safety.
Dash takes her seat at the work desk, opening up her new diary again. She rolls her eyes as she pushes the textbook away, almost disgusted with the thought of keeping a.. diary.. as her eyes rest on the open notebook. She sighs quietly. At the back of her mind, Rainbow knows she needs to do this.. she needs some form of release for all of her repressed emotions.
Dash picks up her quill in her teeth, then just forces the tip to the paper, continuing from where she left off. Because of her natural talent at writing (which she possesses according to her teachers; Rainbow doesn't quite think so) she writes very clearly with beautiful calligraphy despite the rushed manner she writes with. Her style of writing would be something to be proud of, too.
Because she forces herself to write without stopping, Rainbow addresses the Diary as if she were talking to it. Luckily, she barely notices during her authoring. Had she noticed, she probably would have just stopped right then . .
. . . So, sorry about that scribble. Someone was coming up the stairs and they didn't sound in a pleasant way.
I went on a date with Fluttershy earlier today and I am exhausted. It was.. merry, to say the least. We both had a great time. I've
known her for a long time, and I've liked her for a long time, but this.. even the start of this.. relationship, was definitely worth the
wait.
I'm definitely looking forward to our next date. I think I'll take chocolate to her. Very apropos - I know for a fact she likes it more
than just a little. I saw a.. stockpile of it in her room when she took there (right alongside like, forty other types of candy). I knew
she was a candy-muncher before, but she keeps the stuff in like, a ten foot cabinet in her room. It has more than ten shelves, I
think.. and there were at least five huge jars on each shelf.
. . I like her a lot.
Rainbow flicks an ear as she writes, going a little slower as she puts more thought onto the paper. She sighs as she dips her quill in an inkwell. This is actually working.. she thinks bitterly.
More than a lot, I think.. but I don't know if this relationship can go anywhere. My parents are insane. Take it from me - I know.
I've been living with them all my life. They're definitely not normal. Even beyond the abuse-your-child abnormality. I can see it
in their eyes. Heh. Both insane. Probably the main link they felt in their odd love for each other.
If my dad found out I was dating Fluttershy, he'd probably kill me accidentally. When he beats me too hard for too long.. Whatever.
If they ever find out, I'm just going to fly away as fast as I can. I just need them to pay for college then I'm done with them forever.
They'd probably hunt me down or something since I can destroy them by just telling me what they've done (which I plan to do) but
by then I'll be in the White Army's weather patrol.
Okay, Diary. You know enough about me so far. I'll tell you about the actual date tomorrow. I'll still remember.
Rainbow sets her quill down after drying the tip on a small towel juxtaposed with the inkwell. She reads over her writing as she waits for the ink to dry, rolling her eyes almost every other line. This is pathetic, she thinks. For the love of the gods, nobody can ever see this. Obviously not my parents, but nobody can see this. So pathetic and sad..
But inside, she knows it isn't. Inside, she knows it helps.
Rainbow exhales on the ink, thinking how pens are so much better than stupid quills, then closes the notebook. She briefly glances around the room for a place to hide it. She's really good at that.
Dash decides to put her notebook right at the bottom of a pile of all her blank school notebooks, located underneath her desk - in large cabinet. She then stands up, putting a hoof to her mouth as she yawns. She glances at her bedside clock then smirks slightly. It's almost ten.
Rainbow flutters her wings then trots over to her bed, swishing her tail. She'll see Fluttershy tomorrow, that's something to look forward to at least. She won't have trouble sleeping even with the card game going on a few floors down, since it goes on pretty often. Sometimes it even gets.. out of hand with whomever they bring over.. but whatever.
Rainbow nudges up her blanket then folds her wings back, keeping them tight against her body as she slips under the covers. She wiggles around a little to get comfortable then brings the blanket up to her neck in her teeth. She forces herself to clear her mind, exhales, then sits still until she drifts off asleep. Rainbow was way more exhausted than she thought. It doesn't take long.