Broken Spirit - 12Discord, wait it isn't as it seems! I can explain! At least that's what Fluttershy thought she said, but the words stayed cemented in her throat, stuck there as her blood continued to freeze. His face wasn't readable and she couldn't tell if he was angry, sad, or heartbroken.Broken Spirit - 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, he began showing some emotion and it was every one that existed. The one that screamed was betrayal.
He fingered the paper, every page of the book, and his hands and heart stung as he did. Hardened crimson gazed over the pictures and words, scanning them again and again, hoping it was one of the figments of his broken heart and guilt in a dream. But the book didn't fade.
"Where....where did you get this?" he repeated, claws digging into the cover, making small indents in the hard leather. He gazed back at the book, and then back to her. It was clear he was truly in shock and all that was distinguishable on his face was confusion.
Fluttershy's throat had swollen, siphoning off air or any hope to be
It's The Thought That Counts(This is a role play with my friend Miccha, and it's based off "Broken Spirit" (the original Fluttershy reforming Discord story, I guess XD), but I guess it could be based off "Keep Calm And Flutter On" too I suppose. Anyway, enjoy, and prepare for your heart to take a heart attack on you from it's cuteness. NOT a pairing, but those that read my fic should know who he has eyes for. XD)It's The Thought That Counts in General Fiction More Like This
"Splendid! It worked! Two batches paper and one batch glue!" A pause. "Or was it one batch paper and two batches of glue? Or maybe something more mathematical and boring, like three-fourths glue and a handful of paper? Ugh, no. Like I would spend time thinking of something with so many numbers-- DRAT! I forgot!"
Why, oh, why did Discord have to do something out of the goodness of his apparently existing heart? After slaving over such a preciously gag-worthy project as a paper mache replica of Fluttershy for her scrapbook, every day seemed more and more frustrating. Wasn't he giving enough of himse