06-08-2017, 07:29 PM
Spear cannot stop the frown that sours his face, even as she brushes her lips against his neck. He takes no comfort in the familiar sensation of her touching him, it feels less loving and more out of familial obligation and there is something in it that bothers him. His eyes never leave her and the intensity of his stare forces her to look away from him, which was something that she had never done except when keeping secrets, like now - like how she never tells him of how this came to be, him finding her hot and feverish and all alone on the black volcanic dirt.
“I was dreaming then I was burning…” she murmurs rather dreamily, to no one in particular.
Spear & Spark
Knowing her, he’ll never have the answers to any of his questions. Spark had grown more secretive and sly as they’d grown bigger and come into themselves, leaving behind the gangliness of foals. For an instant, he almost longs for a time like that as they romped through the snows, always laughing. They were quieter now, and both of them had noticed it. Spear knows that things can never be as it was when they were knee-high to their father and hiding behind the long strands of their mother’s tail; they’ve grown too old and too much for Spark to look at him with pure adoration in her eyes, now there is only black and red and a spark of something that separates her from him.
She put no effort into her affection for him, it seemed mechanical and stilted and she knew that he’d pick up on it. Part of her feared for him; feared what her touch might do to him now, how hot it could be and how it’d burn the hair right off of him. He’d never understand how she held herself back, how she anchored herself to him to keep the fire back from overcoming her and just the press of her lips to his flesh made her remember and just the remembering saved her from pure immolation. Spark might not have minded just burning up into nothing, sweet sweet nothing… but she could never leave Spear alone on this earth, not really (not even despite all those times apart).
His stare forces her to look away from him and she is the first to notice their father looming out of the ashen haze. She is glad to have something other than her brother and the beckoning horizon to look at, her gaze held immobile by the familiar black face of Offspring. Their names tumble from his mouth, rich and rough and thick and she feels her name shiver and shake right through her as it moves something hard and loose until it knocks about inside of her and she realizes it is love, blatant love as he says how it’s been too long and he’s missed them and Spark is unaware that she is trembling just then. But his eyes find hers’ and her face softens just the slightest, cracking beneath the velvet touch of his mouth to her cheek.
Her heat reaches out to his, recognizing it.
There is barely time to stifle a gasp before a small flame bursts out her ear, flesh and fur disintegrating and then her entire black-bonneted brow is gone up in fire just from her father’s touch - from his own discernible heat that calls to hers. She is more like him now than Spear could ever be, though he bears a similar shape - thick and meaty, but set apart now, by the heat that buffets him from both their skins and makes him back up a step, seeking the more welcome air of Tephra that he once found too humid to stomach but now feels cooler than the conflagration the two of them create just from their closeness. He has missed his father too, as much as Spark has but he answers for her --
“Two days ago, I found her feverish and fretful, asleep and alone.”
He makes no mention of how he was fresh from the hills (now named something else, taken over by someone else) and various explorations that kept him from his sister’s side, not that he had ever been or could ever be her keeper - she had decided against that long ago, before the Reckoning ever spat them out here, far from the familiar drifts of Tundran snow.
Spark recovers enough to glare at him, even though she couldn’t be all that mad… he’d found her, he’d come back to her, and she’d changed. “I don’t know how it happened,” she admitted, ducking her head in embarrassment. “It just… it just happened.” She is at a loss; one minute she had been asleep and dreaming, the next she had grown more frenzied than fevered then… it had just burst right out of her! “I can’t explain it dad.” Spark sighs, dares to lean against Offspring’s big black side, as if by doing that she could draw some strength from him through touch alone.