06-18-2017, 10:26 PM
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
Beyond, the sea begins to toss and turn.
Wind whips the airy foam to a headstrong frothe that blows onto each of them, dampening their fur. He feels it less than she does, nowhere near as sleek and slim but he senses her shiver more than he sees it because his eyes have never left her own. The deep hazel flecked with gold draws him in, as clear as a stream in which every stone can be seen. Spear is not certain which sea is more dangerous - the one that churns before them or the way her stare has become a fathomless hazel sea that he feels himself falling in. Or it could be floating, his uncertainty mounts the longer he looks at her.
He starts to see more of her - the self assurance, the mirth - the longer he is unable to take his eyes off of her. It isn’t until she presses past him and their skins touch, that he casts an imploring look to the sea, beseeching it to save him. He sees her, remembers the mare of what seems to be long ago now, and then sees her again in the confident but tender way she aligns her shoulder and hip with his. Spark used to do things like that, and he misses those soft intimations between brother and sister. But his thoughts towards her are anything but brotherly!
Her teeth undo a knot, and he cannot help but think of her and another. Spark used to do this, and that one too. Now this one, small and barely a mare but here she is, certain more than he could ever be at this moment, and she pulls the knot out of his hair with deft expert teeth and he almost sighs the instant her mouth touches that point in his neck where his pulse moves thick and steady. It almost leaps at her thoughtful murmur followed by the grumble of a storm in the distance, though his eyes do not go to it as they once might have done.
She is a compass to which he’s fixed his eyes and could not look away if he wanted to. Antonia. It is a long moment before he can murmur her name back to her, not sure if is a blessing or a curse on his tongue. Both, he decides, because she is his downfall in that moment because of how slim and sure she is, so like but unlike the one from long ago. It could be his hormones raising, influencing him but he thinks not entirely, that part of it is her soft siren charm. “Spear,” he mutters but it comes out gruffer than he intended. He tries to smile to make up for it.
“I don’t even know what I am right now, but I’m here.”
Spear has no clue if he’s confiding in her or the approaching storm, or the angry swell of the sea. But it’s said all the same and he realizes that right here is the best place to be.spear