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"Thank you for this, Adelaide. Really."
The unicorn smiled, brushing Vitruvia's fringe out of her eyes. "Something is troubling you, precious. Talk to me."
Vitruvia's post-orgasmic haze thinned as reality was involuntarily dredged up from the back of her mind. The barest droop of the lips and glance aside had Adelaide affectionately brushing her cheek with the back of her fingers. Vitruvia closed her eyes and murmured pleasantly to herself, before drawing the breath and the strength to continue.
"I got a message today. The last of my academy classmates died a few weeks ago. Stroke, possibly exacerbated by years of neural interfacing. Survived by his grandchildren." Adelaide nodded slowly. "You're... probably the only one I can talk to about this. You're the only one I trust with how old I really am. I just... how do you do it? How do you go through every day knowing you're going to outlive everyone you meet?"
"Well." Adelaide lifted Vitruvia's chin with a finger. "Not necessarily everyone." Vitruvia scoffed, but with a hint of a smile. "It has been a long time since I was in your shoes, if ever. My first century was spent in the otherworld, juggled between forces and beings far more ancient than even me, creatures whose longevity I possess a mere shadow of. I had more of a culture shock upon returning to this world and discovering just how much time had passed."
Vitruvia smirked. "Yeah, at some point you had to make room in that little classical-era brain for like, microwaves and cellphones and shit." Adelaide's nose scrunched, and she playfully jogged her leg, bouncing Vitruvia's head in her lap. "You also skipped the part where you sounded old-fashioned and silly and wrapped right around to your accent being hot. I mean you do sound a little stuffy sometimes, but the accent helps."
"I had to learn the common speech anew as if it were a foreign language, but that is the hard part. When one is immersed in the culture as it grows, one's dialect grows with it."
"Does one?"
Adelaide glared, and bopped Vitruvia on the nose with a grape as it made its way from the bowl to her mouth. "You're deflecting."
Vitruvia sighed. "You're right. I'm trying not to think about the hard stuff."
Adelaide thought for a moment as she chewed, and ran her fingers through Vitruvia's hair. "If you're wondering, after thousands of years, no. The pain of loss does not go away. It becomes easier to bear with the wealth of experience one builds, the same reservoir of wisdom I bring to this station. But we are creatures of love, and grief is but love with nowhere to go. Our bodies may be sustained, be it by high technology or otherworldly magic, but our minds remain mortal, and we retain our mortal tendencies." The news did not bring Vitruvia much joy. "There have been times where I have felt like the pain was not worth the seemingly fleeting attachment, but sooner or later the hunger for connection drew me out again."
"So you're telling me you got bored of getting fucked by an eldritch rubber pit for 150 years."
"Do you want my advice or not?"
"Fine, fine, I'll be serious." Vitruvia rested her nose on the thigh in front of her. "I guess it's kinda like having a dog you really like. The fact that you're going to outlive them doesn't make them mean any less to you."
Adelaide frowned. "I was trying to avoid the comparison, because I didn't want to make it sound like mortality made one lesser, but... it is a useful thought." Vitruvia sighed through her nose, gazing sullenly at the virtual candles on the makeshift table next to them. "Is it truly grief that bothers you, or that you are for the first time gazing into the precipice of time?"
"Yeah. The... the second one."
Adelaide nodded. "If you are indeed destined for this immortal life, I can tell you that the world will change around you in ways that you could never imagine. You will know the whole spectrum of the experiences of life." She drew a breath and thought for a moment. "My greatest fear, and greatest regret, is forgetting." Vitruvia turned her face to look back up at her. "With thirty centuries behind me, so many experiences simply... blend together. There's only room in my head for so much, and I have nothing to remember so many of those experiences by. My youth is by now just a story I have told myself countless times, shaped as much by archaeological reconstructions of that period of history as by the things I saw with my own eyes. Not that I knew back then that I would live to see this far future, nor was I able to take anything with me through my time in faerie, I am just illustrating the point. You must become your own personal historian."
"I don't know if that makes me feel any better."
"I suppose not, but it is important."
Vitruvia sighed. "You're right, Ade. As usual."
Adelaide brushed her chin with her thumb, and smiled down at her. "Isn't that why you come to me?"
"That and you're hot."
===
Man the story here doesn't even have any kink I'm just writing science fiction that happens to have a naked horse in it at this point
The unicorn smiled, brushing Vitruvia's fringe out of her eyes. "Something is troubling you, precious. Talk to me."
Vitruvia's post-orgasmic haze thinned as reality was involuntarily dredged up from the back of her mind. The barest droop of the lips and glance aside had Adelaide affectionately brushing her cheek with the back of her fingers. Vitruvia closed her eyes and murmured pleasantly to herself, before drawing the breath and the strength to continue.
"I got a message today. The last of my academy classmates died a few weeks ago. Stroke, possibly exacerbated by years of neural interfacing. Survived by his grandchildren." Adelaide nodded slowly. "You're... probably the only one I can talk to about this. You're the only one I trust with how old I really am. I just... how do you do it? How do you go through every day knowing you're going to outlive everyone you meet?"
"Well." Adelaide lifted Vitruvia's chin with a finger. "Not necessarily everyone." Vitruvia scoffed, but with a hint of a smile. "It has been a long time since I was in your shoes, if ever. My first century was spent in the otherworld, juggled between forces and beings far more ancient than even me, creatures whose longevity I possess a mere shadow of. I had more of a culture shock upon returning to this world and discovering just how much time had passed."
Vitruvia smirked. "Yeah, at some point you had to make room in that little classical-era brain for like, microwaves and cellphones and shit." Adelaide's nose scrunched, and she playfully jogged her leg, bouncing Vitruvia's head in her lap. "You also skipped the part where you sounded old-fashioned and silly and wrapped right around to your accent being hot. I mean you do sound a little stuffy sometimes, but the accent helps."
"I had to learn the common speech anew as if it were a foreign language, but that is the hard part. When one is immersed in the culture as it grows, one's dialect grows with it."
"Does one?"
Adelaide glared, and bopped Vitruvia on the nose with a grape as it made its way from the bowl to her mouth. "You're deflecting."
Vitruvia sighed. "You're right. I'm trying not to think about the hard stuff."
Adelaide thought for a moment as she chewed, and ran her fingers through Vitruvia's hair. "If you're wondering, after thousands of years, no. The pain of loss does not go away. It becomes easier to bear with the wealth of experience one builds, the same reservoir of wisdom I bring to this station. But we are creatures of love, and grief is but love with nowhere to go. Our bodies may be sustained, be it by high technology or otherworldly magic, but our minds remain mortal, and we retain our mortal tendencies." The news did not bring Vitruvia much joy. "There have been times where I have felt like the pain was not worth the seemingly fleeting attachment, but sooner or later the hunger for connection drew me out again."
"So you're telling me you got bored of getting fucked by an eldritch rubber pit for 150 years."
"Do you want my advice or not?"
"Fine, fine, I'll be serious." Vitruvia rested her nose on the thigh in front of her. "I guess it's kinda like having a dog you really like. The fact that you're going to outlive them doesn't make them mean any less to you."
Adelaide frowned. "I was trying to avoid the comparison, because I didn't want to make it sound like mortality made one lesser, but... it is a useful thought." Vitruvia sighed through her nose, gazing sullenly at the virtual candles on the makeshift table next to them. "Is it truly grief that bothers you, or that you are for the first time gazing into the precipice of time?"
"Yeah. The... the second one."
Adelaide nodded. "If you are indeed destined for this immortal life, I can tell you that the world will change around you in ways that you could never imagine. You will know the whole spectrum of the experiences of life." She drew a breath and thought for a moment. "My greatest fear, and greatest regret, is forgetting." Vitruvia turned her face to look back up at her. "With thirty centuries behind me, so many experiences simply... blend together. There's only room in my head for so much, and I have nothing to remember so many of those experiences by. My youth is by now just a story I have told myself countless times, shaped as much by archaeological reconstructions of that period of history as by the things I saw with my own eyes. Not that I knew back then that I would live to see this far future, nor was I able to take anything with me through my time in faerie, I am just illustrating the point. You must become your own personal historian."
"I don't know if that makes me feel any better."
"I suppose not, but it is important."
Vitruvia sighed. "You're right, Ade. As usual."
Adelaide brushed her chin with her thumb, and smiled down at her. "Isn't that why you come to me?"
"That and you're hot."
===
Man the story here doesn't even have any kink I'm just writing science fiction that happens to have a naked horse in it at this point
Category Artwork (Digital) / My Little Pony / Brony
Species Pony (MLP)
Size 2146 x 1717px
File Size 497.3 kB
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