piers | 02. most love like hunters

—you can hardly expect me to let you out looking like that. [ It's a travesty is what it is, but—no no, no need to thank her. She's arrived just on time, and in the middle of a fashion emergency too, dear Celestia.

So you may be a little fashionably late for the party. At least you'll be going there in style. Just a few more touches, though? You've popped a seam here, and oh nonononono, that shade of red looks better tied around your neck—yes—oh, too plain? Never mind, magicking it out of the way for the purple gem-encrusted three-tiered silk bow with the lace trimmings.

Why is it three-tiered? Wouldn't you like to know…

She's still tapping her hoof on her chin—er, snout as she regards the final product, gesturing for him to turn around just so she can get the full effect of it. ]

Hmm, well, do you think a mauve vest would look better on that bear suit, or would the lilac one suffice? [ IT'S SO HARD TO CHOOSE… ]

Looking like--h-hey, wait! [ I. HE. OH LOOK A BOW.

You know what, he's just going to turn as she instructs because she's the one with the power to magic things around as she fancies. Which isn't to say Banagher isn't totally, completely, comically at a loss as to why a real live white unicorn is so concerned with his taste in clothing, just that he's willing to do as she says.

...Because a real live white unicorn. ]

Um, I'm not really sure, Miss [ ??? ]--but isn't this overdoing it?

[ Just going to hazard a guess about purple on purple as tugs on the lace trim of the bow that is currently blinding him with its shine. Bows came with tiers? ]

[ Wrong thing to say, Banagher my boy, and that causes her to drop all the bales of cloth and sewing implements onto the floor at the very idea! ]

Overdoing it? There's no such thing as overdoing it where fashion is at stake! [ Don't mind her getting up in his personal space and squinting at him from beneath his costume, but all of that is as much for show. She's in good spirits despite his woeful fashion sense, after all. She's going to make it better— ] And you're going to make a handful of fillies very happy as well! I know it's a bit last-minute, but the show must go on and you— [ Serious again. ] Must help me decide—mauve, or lilac? Or maybe something in puce… [ Because clearly it's easy to differentiate between this shade of purple and all those other shades of purple. ]

[ He may or may not have moved to catch some of the falling items. Good samaritan, and all. But that was before she'd gotten up in his grill, which he dutifully shies from. ]

I don't think there are many--ah! [ NEEDLES OH GOD and are those more rhinestones?! ] --Fillies, where I'm going, and besides, I've already got-- [ No, no, will not refer to Audrey as a filly... you know he's just going to meet her halfway here at the risk of being manhandled by a pony. ]

Lilac? Or, well. I liked the red too.

Oh, nonononono! Not the red, dear, it hardly suits you. [ A pause, even if she's still attempting to sew the lilac one onto his suit just hold still and nobody gets hurt— ] And anyway, wouldn't you want to look your best? I just have this fabric that's to die for— [ Even she's not sure if she means the brocade or chanille or something else entirely as several more sequined garments speed past them.

And a feather bo—wait no that's her cat, never mind. ] There, now stand up straight! Don't be shy now, Rarity will have you fixed up soon enough! [ Wait how many needles are up in the air right now— ]

Rarity? Oh--right, I guess it wouldn't... [ BECAUSE RED IS THE COLOR OF VILLAINY IN THESE PARTS MORE OR LESS oh okay that was an order, so he stands straight as instructed! At the risk of taking a needle to the eye or somewhere else equally unpleasant! But he's still pretty impressed with the rate at which this cloth and such is flying around. Beyond the initial awkward terror. ]

Can I ask how you're doing this? [ Banagher manages to wiggle an arm up to gently prod at a tape measure. ]

[ He's so cute, really, with how he's fumbling over her ministrations, but Rarity does take care not to harm him with her sewing implements even in the zone. And dear Celestia is she ever in the zone right now, with an eyebrow raised as she considers whether or not a simple running stitch or an arrowhead stitch would suffice for this open seam… ]

Oh, what about? [ A pair of glasses float by and land delicately on the bridge of her nose as she studies his garments more closely, before she catches on with a little ] Ooh! Right, you're an earth…hyu-mun or whatever they call it! Don't you know when you see magic, dear?

Yeah, a human. So, well... I don't really think I understand magic at all. Not real magic. [ Unless you mean his magic space-brain glitter but he's pretty sure you don't. At the very least, the longer this goes on, the more at ease he becomes with having sharp objects whiz past him at high speeds. And said suspension of disbelief paves the way for some curiosity. ]

Is everyone where you're from a unicorn?

[ Because holy smokes. ]

Not all of them. You'll get to meet some of them later on, if we hurry— [ Oh he's allowed to relax while she works anyway—she can be high-strung for the both of them! Like right now when she realizes the time and has an epiphany.

The lilac doesn't Work. Aaand she's probably failed to hide that panicked look but look here look here yes thank you flying bolts of cloth for obstructing the view while she tries to calm down and fix this emergencyception and there goes her cat again… ]

But, exactly! Magic is, uh, hm— [ WHERE DID SHE PUT HER SEWING SCISSORS OMG gasping ] —wait, I've got it! Don't move! [ VICIOUS AND PAINFUL NEEDLE-Y DEATH INCOMING… ]

Magic is what, exactly...? What do you-- [ Banagher halfway attempts to finish for her even as he briefly tells himself he should be a little more concerned about the stricken look... even has his vision is obscured by ten times more stuff in her little visionary cyclone, a rainbow motley of fabric and jewels and ribbon.

INFINITELY MORE PANICKY LOOKING SCISSORS AND NEEDLES HEADED STRAIGHT FOR HIM AMONG THEM? ]

Look out! [ Sorry Rarity he can't resist the urge to duck and cover this time, even at the risk of his incomplete outfit. Dishonor on his pony-rocket. ]

DUCK! [ —is her unfortunately-timed response as a hundred needles and other sewing implements make a clean stab at the wall behind her, forming…oddly enough, a pretty pattern of needle stars across a field of wall.

Yes, well, accidents or not, she has to make it work too, you know. Unlike his outfit, which shouldn't be rolling about in the dirt like that but Rarity's a bit panicky herself at the moment, and amongst her concerned rapid-fire chattering over his health she can't help but notice that…

See, there's this huge purple hat with the rhinestones and feather trim that fell on him during the scuffle and she's staring at it and at him and oh there goes epiphany part two. ]

—ll right, dear? Any bones broken, or…or… [ She isn't even trying to help him up anymore, but on the up side, her frown is beginning to curve itself into the barest of smiles… ] I–It's… [ What was his question again? ] Perfect!

02. most love like hunters

january; banagher ♥ I believe we have some catching up to do

oh my god. hello gorgeous.

hey yourself! or blame robyn BUT IT'S BEEN A WHILE BROSIS

lovingly blames her BUT GOSH YES IT HAS HOW ARE YOU, BOO

WELL ENOUGH CONSIDERING HOW LONG IT'S BEEN haha gosh robyn why did you

good good and right i mention unicorn cr once and things escalate

ngl when she said you wanted a unicorn i thought she meant a castmate lmao

while i wouldn't object to this either i just can't with all the canon unicorns out there

well if you ever find a twilight sparkle we could double-team banagher properly...

gosh yes all the ponies, to me

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