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Soarin shifted a wing, trying to find a more comfortable position. Skies on high only know why I wake up at this hour, he muttered silently to himself. A few moments passed, each second dragging by until the minutes felt like hours. Seriously? He'd spent the entire afternoon and evening in the training hall sparring with Fleetfoot and Spitfire. He was so exhausted and sore that each movement he made felt like he was still lugging those stupid iron leg weights his soldiers insisted on training with.

It had been a week since the wedding. After as much unwanted pomp and ceremony both he and his -- urk -- new wife could handle, they retreated to their chambers, where Rainbow promptly informed him she would rather have a thousands dull knives stabbed into her back at once then to ever be married to a Galeweather. Soarin -- feeling a bit more relieved than angry -- responded in kind and that was that. They had barely spoken to each other since, each going out of their way to avoid the other.

Granted, it wasn't just Soarin that Rainbow was avoiding. Apparently, almost no one had seen her, let alone spoken to her. She was getting around the palace with incredible stealth, although had yet to leave it. At least she was respecting King Galeweather's terms. Couldn't have the little wild Tempestwing running amok around the kingdom, now, could they?

Soarin shook his head slightly, trying to clear it of troubled thought. What I need right now is some damned sleep! he sniped at himself, hoping to to maybe guilt his brain into falling back into dream land. No luck found there. With a muffled grunt, he flipped onto his other side, tugging the blankets along with him. A nice fluff of the pillow and perhaps--

Huh?

A small form was huddled in front of the fireplace, dwarfed by the large marble hearth. Rainbow Dash. She had been sleeping on the rug by the fire since the first night, coming in after Soarin had fallen asleep and leaving before he got out of bed. The prince had tried to get her to trade places with him, like any well-mannered pony would, but she had flatly refused. Her loss. Soarin had shrugged it off easily. If she doesn't want to sleep like a civilized pony, she doesn't have to.

But she wasn't sleeping. As he watched, Soarin could see the mare's wings pull tightly against her, wrapping her in a cocoon of feathers, muffling... something. He could hear a faint sound coming from her, a sort of ragged breathing sound. What in the world...? He sat up as quietly as he could, eyes training in on his wife -- blazing skies, that's till so strange to say. Rainbow's wings trembled slightly, and he could just make out her shoulders shaking.

She's crying.

Lady Rainbow Dash of the fierce Tempestwings was crying? The idea seemed unthinkable, unimaginable to Soarin. Tempestwings didn't cry.

...Yet here she was. His stomach twisted guiltily as he remained silent. Should I do something? No. I wouldn't matter if he wanted to help or not. Rainbow had already proven herself too stubborn and prideful to accept help. Heaven forbid someone offer emotional support, Soarin quipped silently, trying to ignore the faint sobs that reached his ears across the room. Just... just go to sleep, Soarin. Turning over as quietly as he could, Soarin faced away from the fire, wings tucking around him like a shield. Go to sleep. Another whimper. GO TO SLEEP! Ignore it! With a quiet growl, Soarin grabbed one of the extra pillows and plopped it on his head, covering his ears. This is going to be a long night.

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TBH, Rainbow would've totally bitten him if he tried to help. Darn kindness.

Anyhoo! Not 100% happy with how this came out, but whatever. it's good enough, and that's what matters to me XD

More Marriage AU: www.deviantart.com/joan-grace/…

Description
This picture is a lined (shaded) character with a Level 2 background (Rainbow in the background doesn't really count as a 2nd character. More like an add-on). Commission info HERE: Commission Information
_____________

Previous: NEXT:... coming soon lol

Listen to this music while reading (cuz I'm a soundtrack dork)! XD www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs6MFc…

Soarin shifted a wing, trying to find a more comfortable position. Skies on high only know why I wake up at this hour, he muttered silently to himself. A few moments passed, each second dragging by until the minutes felt like hours. Seriously? He'd spent the entire afternoon and evening in the training hall sparring with Fleetfoot and Spitfire. He was so exhausted and sore that each movement he made felt like he was still lugging those stupid iron leg weights his soldiers insisted on training with.

It had been a week since the wedding. After as much unwanted pomp and ceremony both he and his -- urk -- new wife could handle, they retreated to their chambers, where Rainbow promptly informed him she would rather have a thousands dull knives stabbed into her back at once then to ever be married to a Galeweather. Soarin -- feeling a bit more relieved than angry -- responded in kind and that was that. They had barely spoken to each other since, each going out of their way to avoid the other.

Granted, it wasn't just Soarin that Rainbow was avoiding. Apparently, almost no one had seen her, let alone spoken to her. She was getting around the palace with incredible stealth, although had yet to leave it. At least she was respecting King Galeweather's terms. Couldn't have the little wild Tempestwing running amok around the kingdom, now, could they?

Soarin shook his head slightly, trying to clear it of troubled thought. What I need right now is some damned sleep! he sniped at himself, hoping to to maybe guilt his brain into falling back into dream land. No luck found there. With a muffled grunt, he flipped onto his other side, tugging the blankets along with him. A nice fluff of the pillow and perhaps--

Huh?

A small form was huddled in front of the fireplace, dwarfed by the large marble hearth. Rainbow Dash. She had been sleeping on the rug by the fire since the first night, coming in after Soarin had fallen asleep and leaving before he got out of bed. The prince had tried to get her to trade places with him, like any well-mannered pony would, but she had flatly refused. Her loss. Soarin had shrugged it off easily. If she doesn't want to sleep like a civilized pony, she doesn't have to.

But she wasn't sleeping. As he watched, Soarin could see the mare's wings pull tightly against her, wrapping her in a cocoon of feathers, muffling... something. He could hear a faint sound coming from her, a sort of ragged breathing sound. What in the world...? He sat up as quietly as he could, eyes training in on his wife -- blazing skies, that's till so strange to say. Rainbow's wings trembled slightly, and he could just make out her shoulders shaking.

She's crying.

Lady Rainbow Dash of the fierce Tempestwings was crying? The idea seemed unthinkable, unimaginable to Soarin. Tempestwings didn't cry.

...Yet here she was. His stomach twisted guiltily as he remained silent. Should I do something? No. I wouldn't matter if he wanted to help or not. Rainbow had already proven herself too stubborn and prideful to accept help. Heaven forbid someone offer emotional support, Soarin quipped silently, trying to ignore the faint sobs that reached his ears across the room. Just... just go to sleep, Soarin. Turning over as quietly as he could, Soarin faced away from the fire, wings tucking around him like a shield. Go to sleep. Another whimper. GO TO SLEEP! Ignore it! With a quiet growl, Soarin grabbed one of the extra pillows and plopped it on his head, covering his ears. This is going to be a long night.

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TBH, Rainbow would've totally bitten him if he tried to help. Darn kindness.

Anyhoo! Not 100% happy with how this came out, but whatever. it's good enough, and that's what matters to me XD

More Marriage AU: www.deviantart.com/joan-grace/…