Good morning, sunshine.
Spike carefully knocked on the door to Rarity’s work room.
"Rarity? Can I come in?"
He tried turning the doorknob and found it open.
Rarity was sitting at her drawing desk, idly twirling a pen and staring off into space. She was surrounded by dirty tissues, indicating she had cried as well. Spike silently slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
She whirled around.
"Huh?! Oh!…It’s just you. Thank goodness."
She wiped her eyes. Runny makeup had given her face the appearance of a very sad pantomime. Spike approached her slowly, unsure how to start. He glanced over Rarity’s shoulder and noticed that her newest design sketches mostly consisted of big, frowning faces.
"I see Manehattan’s got a new trend. Reflecting on themselves then, huh?"
Rarity gave him a wide-eyed stare, but then slumped back with a sigh, making herself even smaller than she already was in comparison to him.
"Yes", she whispered.
Spike frowned, but then continued:
"You’d think they’d have learned a thing or two from Coco Pommel. City like that can’t exist on mistrust alone."
He glanced towards his wife.
"How’s she doing anyway?"
Rarity looked up at him, surprised.
"Coco? Oh, she’s doing well enough. This line is actually supposed to appear beside hers at the New Yoke Spring Festival, but…well, I might be a little distracted."
"So I see," Spike noted. He descended on all fours and laid down beside his wife.
"For doing well enough, she’s still causing you quite the trouble", he murmured.
Rarity stared at the floor.
"I didn’t mean to burst out like that", she said, "but you know…"
"Bad memories", Spike finished for her, "I know."
His wife turned around to face him.
"What should I do?"
Spike silently stared into her eyes.
"For now…nothing. I’ve already explained the situation to Lavender, but she’ll need some time to fully process it. And you too, I think."
He gave Rarity an encouraging smile.
"Don’t be too harsh on yourself."
Rarity sniffled for a moment and then snuggled to her husband’s side.
"But…I just thought I raised her better than that", she mumbled.
Spike smiled and hugged her.
"You did, really! She just didn’t want to upset you."
"Yes, but…why couldn’t she just tell me? Her lying to me upset me more than knowing she’d been in a fight."
"Yeah…I think that much is obvious", Spike mumbled, "even to her."
He shifted his weight.
"Why did she have to fight in the first place?", Rarity muttered.
"Because another pony attacked her", Spike replied. "And I think we both know the reason for that too."
Rarity gave a deep sigh.
They both stared out the window, silent for a long time. Troubling thoughts that none of them wanted to utter circled the room.
Had it been right? Had they made a mistake in conceiving a child, knowing full well it would meet with little approval of their surroundings? There was no answer. It had been the ultimate expression of their love, the biggest joy they could ever feel. Lavender was their daughter, against all odds and obstacles. But sometimes it was hard.
The silence crept on.
Finally Spike shook his head and sat upright, startling his wife.
"Nahh, you know what? All this dwelling on the past isn’t doing us any good. And it’s making me hungry. I think I’ll make us pancakes."
Rarity glared at him, dumbfounded.
"You know how much our little princess loves the stuff. Maybe she’ll be willing to initiate peace negotiations", Spike continued. "Although", and here he smiled mischievously at Rarity, "you’d better fix yourself up. You look like a mime who’s been caught in a hurricane."
He grinned as Rarity’s mouth fell open, unable to comprehend what she’d just heard. Then she punched him in the side.
"Spike! How dare you say something like that to a lady! Bad dragon! Bad! Where’d you pick that up?"
"I got it from our daughter", Spike grinned.
Rarity punched him again, smiling this time.
"You big, silly lizard! You’ll apologize this instant or there’ll be no pancakes for you!"
Spike rolled over and put his head in her lap.
"But I want pancaaakes", he whined.
"Spike, behave yourself", Rarity tried to say, but was cut off as Spike buried his mouth in her belly, chanting:
Rarity squealed with laughter as she tried to push his head away.
In her room, Lavender smiled at the sound.
Follow up to
"Lavender? Honey? Can I come in?"
Spike slowly pushed the door to his daughter’s room open, hearing her draw as shuddering breath as she tried to clean herself up. It was obvious she had been crying. One eye was slightly puffed and red, the other still black and hugely swollen from where a pony’s hoof had hit her.
Spike sat down on her bed.
"Hey there princess, we better get some ice on that shiner." He smiled at her.
Lavender sniffled and wiped her good eye.
"Is mom still downstairs?", she asked.
"She’s locked herself in her workroom", Spike answered. "I think she’s a bit upset."
He gave her a quizzical look, but Lavender simply jumped down from the bed and walked out the door.
When Spike found her again, she was curled up in one end of the living room couch with an ice pack on her swollen eye. He sat down on the other end.
After a long pause, he cast his daughter a sidewards glance and asked:
"Wanna talk about it?"
The purple dracony shook her head, but after another pause she uncurled herself and laid down in his lap.
Spike began stroking her mane carefully and mentally prepared himself for the next bit.
"Your mother is really upset, I think.”
"I don’t care."
"She doesn’t wanna talk to me! She made that very clear!”
"Did you tell her what happened?"
"No, not exactly…"
"Ah, I see."
"I just don’t want her to worry, dad!", Lavender exclaimed.
Spike continued to reassuringly stroke her mane, but his tone was a bit somber when he continued:
"I can understand that…but your mother’s a bit more fickle about the truth than she used to be, ever since a big deal with a Manehattan client blew up in her face some years back."
Lavender considered that for a bit.
"But…she has clients change their mind on her all the time. And she’s always said that Manehattan-ites are the worst of the bunch."
"This one’s a bit different. A close friend to your mother. I don’t think she even meant for it to happen, but things just developed the way they did…and then they were quite sour for a while."
"How come she’s never talked about any of this?"
"She doesn’t like thinking about it. She’s quite stubborn in that regard, just like you."
Spike smiled and poked his daughter on the nose.
"But…how come I’ve never noticed it?"
"Like I said, it was a few years back. Things have stabilized since then and your mother’s on good terms with the client again, but at the time she saw it as a huge breach of trust and she’s not taken well to any kind of dishonesty ever since."
Lavender’s head sank down as she mumbled:
Spike smiled and patted her back.
"Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. Did you give the other guy a run for his money?"
"Her. And yeah…pretty sure I did."
"Hooray for equality!", Spike cheered.
"You’re such a dork, dad", Lavender smiled.
Oh god, I’m really nervous about showing you this.
I’m, at best, a mediocre artist, and I really wanted to take my shot at trying your Diplomat-verse version of Spike out. I personally like it, I’ll admit, it’s a little sketchy, but nothing’s perfect. He has a hand at the end of that arm, but…just hands. -.-
If it looks similar, I already posted it on my own art blog, arting-for-the-lolz, so I’m sorry if your getting this twice.
hee, cute ^^
Ah, the man of the hour.
Spike’s hair in Carni’s diplomat-verse reminds me of my genderswapped Spike’s hairstyle, haha. I think it suits him nicely c:
aww shiet here we go
(Figured I’d do a proper full-body shot for Spike as well.)
Diplomat-verse Spike is an ambassador freshly arrived at Celestia’s court from the dragon kingdom. His race is famed for longevity and fierceness in battle, but now Spike faces a new kind of challenge: the art of diplomacy. Will his quick wit and good-natured manners be enough to survive the games at court with his dignity and sanity intact? Or will his naivety be his undoing?
I really like Kilala97's style (esp. humanized). So here's an attempt to draw pony-dragon ambassador Spike in a similar way, with a little extra bishonen on the side.
Dance like there’s no tomorrow
After a successful fashion show, not even the rain can dampen Rarity’s mood as she and Spike break out into an impromptu dance number while waiting for a carriage to their hotel.