Notes: I love Pence & Olette, and so I was compelled to write a silly little bit of fluff for them. I don't think I quite have Pence's voice down just yet, but I'll keep practising. :3 Hope you enjoy!



on sunset hill
-by April (the acrobat hapsby)

Twilight Town is called Twilight Town because the sky is always blue-black with threads of purple and pumpkin-orange. The darkness-veiled sunlight casts a cool glow over the sleepy little town, and it makes the air and buildings shine with a brilliantly golden haze. A young boy, clammy with nerves and gnawing on his bottom lip, does not have to worry about timing the moment properly: he and his ladyfriend can see the sunset whenever the urge strikes, as the sun is in a perpetual state of setting.

Pence and Olette are sitting on the fence at the top of Sunset Hill with their legs dangling over the edge. It's just like hanging out at the clocktower, only the view isn't as wide and Hayner isn't with them, but Olette is eating ice cream. He watches her little pink tongue snake out and pull the quickly melting pale blue slush into her mouth and his breath hitches. Painted by the eternal not-sunlight, Olette is a radiant goddess with long brown hair and innocent eyes. She is much more awesome than his favourite TV shows or aliens or any of the other things Pence liked before he realized he liked Olette, and he wishes his throat didn't constrict so painfully everytime he tries to tell her that.

"Want a bite?" Olette asks suddenly, and before Pence can say anything, her small hand is right under his chin and the ice cream is pressed against his lips.

A little bit startled, Pence complies. The icy treat is cold on his tongue but quickly melts into salty-sweet liquid before he can swallow it. His eyes involuntarily trace the path from the pale blue of the ice cream to the peachy colour of her bare arm to the muted palette of her smiling face. Pence inhales a little too hard, knowing that his heart is racing and she can probably hear it, and grins shakily in return. "Thanks, Olette."

She pulls her arm away and scoots closer, gripping the narrow fence with her free hand so that she doesn't fall, and rests her head against Pence's chest. "Pence...I'm glad it's just you and me this time. Is that weird?" Olette takes another bite of her ice cream and closes her eyes.

With every nerve in his body standing on end, Pence slowly and hesitantly wraps his arm around her slender little waist. She makes a soft, contended noise, and Pence's brain explodes with the most frighteningly tingly feeling of sheer joy he has ever felt. "That's not weird at all," he says, hoping his voice won't do something embarrassing like shake or crack, or that stupid words won't fall out of his mouth. "No, what's weird is the train that doesn't have a conductor. Have you ever seen it?"

Olette laughs. "Let's stay here until we see it. Together, okay?"

Like she had to ask. Pence is glad Olette's eyes are closed, or else she would see the idiotic grin plastered over his face. "Okay."

But for once in his life, Pence doesn't care about the ghost train or any of the other wonders of Twilight Town, because he knows the girl pressed against him eclipses them all.

xxFin.