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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 12:40 pm
Last November, Negative had confessed his love to his darling Noel. They were wed shortly after, and they got their house by the woods, and not terribly long after that, there had been the children... Five beautiful, bright-eyed (in most cases, literally), highly energetic, intensely curious and relentlessly destructive children.
It had been a very long year. One child had already grown and left to live on his own; the four remaining siblings, probably jealous, were currently out of the house, actively and sullenly seeking to learn the things that Imp had caught and they had somehow missed.
This meant that, for the first time in a while, Negative and his darling were alone in the house together. He slipped the box out of the closet where he had hidden it, excited and a little nervous - there had been something on his mind for a little while, something he wanted to talk to her about. The only problem now was finding out which room of the house she was in. Standing at the bottom of the stairwell in the middle of their house, he called her name gently, but loud enough to be heard in the unusual stillness.
"Noel?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:37 am
Noel was in the large side room that was lovingly dubbed "The Family Brag Room". The pegusus used her wing to brush off the top of a framed blue ribbon, then straightened it. The room was unusually clean and tidy, unusual because it was the room most of the family retired to do creative things or lounge together to watch movies. But with 5 of 7 the family out more often then in, the usual messy chaos had been tamed. The reason the Family Room had become the Family Brag Room is because it was also the room that showed just what Noel's family was capable of. Sleekly framed pictures full of Fab's best designs. A large, printed board covered in the first of Imp's original tattoo art. In the corners the best of Lovely's taxidermy. (Including a small tree full of tiny stuffed birds that were so life like they seemed they could burst into song at any moment.) Mixed together, Pepper and Bee's cooking and apiculture awards. Ribbons matted and framed with photos of the fillies and their master pieces. And of course, photos and framed clips of newspaper articles about Noel and her salon, and pictures of Nega with his prized game and trophy kills. Yes, anyone who came into the room would know how proud and accomplished this family was. Noel sighed wistfully, looking around, flicking off a little dust with her wing and feeling a little sad about how quiet it was without 5 pairs of hooves galloping around and 5 voices calling out for her or Nega or yelling at each other. Her ears perked up, actually hearing her name being called. " Nega? Amour? Moi iz 'ere."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:47 pm
He turned his head, in turn, to the sound of her voice. The Fambly Braggin' Room, then, he noted, and went there. Smiling a little sheepishly, he poked his head around the door frame and said, "Hullo, love. I, er, got summat ter talk about witcha, if'n now's a good time." Now, as every time he looked at the Brag Room, he was fulled with a warm sense of pride. He and his had accomplished so much already, and the little ones were only getting started. It was a beautiful thing.
He shifted his grip on the box, which was still mostly out of sight. The tissue paper inside rustled traitorously.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 9:49 pm
"Of courze amour.." Noel smiled, flicked the dust off the tip of her wing and ducks under Nega's chin, rubbing and cuddling against his chest, using her long tail to tickle his ears. Her ears swiveled forward, hearing the sound of rustling and her blue eyes sparkled. He had a PRESENT! She loved presents!
"Play eet chilled.." she told herself. "Act like vous non noticed ze noize."
"Vat iz bezing on vous mind amour?" Noel cooed sweetly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:06 pm
Negative chuckled at Noel's affectionate touch, and gently nuzzled the top of her her in return. (He was always so gentle with her, as if afraid he might break her.) He pulled his head back up and murmured, "Hwell, missus, I noticed that s' been roundabouts a year since we got tagether."
He backed up half a step, reluctant to break contact, but he needed a little room to maneuver. "If'n I r'member correctly," he continued, "that means s' just abouts our uh, Anniversary? So I got somethin' ta commemorate that." He reached into the box, and pulled out...
A black and red plaid flannel shirt. Men's size. He held it up against his chest and looked expectantly at Noel. "Waddaya think?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:19 pm
Noel's eyes blinked rapidly as her brain whirled to try process what just happened here and how best to react.
"Iz...eet...very vous...." she said slowly, staring at the plaid monstrosity. "Eet...matches vous colorz vell...zee black and purplz iz good togezther.." It wasn't a total lie, black always went well on Nega. "Did vous peek eet out or maybe eet was Lovely?" Fab would die of heart failure if he were at home. She smiled a little sheepishly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:51 pm
When Noel replied, well. It was easy to tell that Negative was choking down more laughter. He took a deep breath to get himself under control, and said, "Yep, picked it out m'self, while I was in town pickin' this up from th' clothier's."
He bent to the box again, set down his shirt, and pulled out a second garment - a fur coat, colored in a lovely, creamy white. The fur looked fine and soft.
He held it out to Noel, and said with a smile, "This'un's fer you. Happy Anniversary."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:21 pm
Noel squeeled and tackled her husband to the ground, wrapping her tail around him, cuddling into him and speaking in french gleefully.
"Ah amour vous are alwayz ze bezt!!" Noel wriggled into the coat and cuddled into Nega again, rubbing the soft fur on him. "Moi adorez eet! But moi adorez vous even more..." she covers his face and ears with kisses.
"Actually moi got a leetle prezent for vous too..zo eet izn't quite az..fanzy..." Noel blushes bright red which makes to cream fur stand out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:49 pm
When she tackled then kissed him, he really did start laughing. "'M glad ya like it," he chortled.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise when she said she had something for him, too. he knew it was normal for both parties to give and get gifts, but he still wasn't expecting it, somehow. With a big, dopey grin, he said, "If'n it's from you, s' obviously 'stremely great. An' s' also autermatic'ly 'bout 20% fancier'n normal, on account've you got so much fancy yerself," he finishes with a wink.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 12:32 am
Still blushing, Noel, lifted her back right leg and she used her teeth to pull of a bandage that had been securely wrapped into place for about 10 days. She'd told Nega that she'd accidently burned her leg while standing too close to a oven in BonBon's shop. (Which would most likely annoy Bon, as if she'd ever let anyone be hurt in her kitchen or store!)
Nega had been concerned of course and kept offering to help change the bandage and put on the ointment Noel had been applying to the wound religiously every few hours every day, but she'd sweetly rebuffed his help.
Now with the bandage removed, Noel stuck her back hoof out. Nega's cutie mark had been tattooed to her inner ankle. Her creamy fur made the black mark stand out sharply in contrast. The cutie mark hadn't been fancied up or stylized, but stood in exact replica of his own simple mark.
"Moi getz lonely zometimez...when Neggy goez on ze long huntz or when moi iz at ze zalon...now moi can look on moi's 'oof and zee zat Neggy iz alwayz wiz moi!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:21 pm
At first, Neg was confused - how could the burn on his wife's ankle be a present for him? That sounded like the opposite of a present, but -
A tattoo. An indelible mark on her skin. Of his cutie mark. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his jaw flopped open uselessly; he couldn't think of a single thing to say about how much this meant to him, about how full to bursting with love his heart was for her. His darling, wonderful, beautiful wife. After what felt like years of speechless silence, he kissed her on one cheek, an then the other, and then the first one again, and then her forehead for good measure. Holding her hooves, he rested his head against hers, and said the only thing he possibly could;
"Love you, Noel. Oh, I love you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:40 pm
Noel blushed brightly. Even after all this time, whenever Negative said those words, they made her blush. "Je t'aime mon amour." she murmured into his ear, burying face into his shoulder. "Je t'amie." Family, a husband who she cherished more than anything and who always showed his adoration of her, a thriving business, a beautiful home, she had everything any phony could ever want. But even when her children grew up and left the home, even if her business failed and their home was lost, she would have Negative, and as long as she had him, Noel was the luckiest phony in the world.
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