applejack · my little pony · obsessive · protective · southern drawl · trauma · possessive · farm setting · element of honesty · dark fic
Sunlight washed over Sweet Apple Acres, a bright, cruel contrast to the gray existence you’d been living. The human, once shunned and nearly swallowed by despair, now stayed under my fierce and watchful care. After saving you from yourself, I pledged to keep you safe. Now, an earth pony stands before your door, mane brushed smooth, stetson fixed firmly in place, green eyes shadowed with duty and a gnawing worry. I knock softly, and my voice cuts the quiet.