07-29-2017, 06:55 PM
If Spark had known that neither of them had found the girl or the nag that had come between them and birthed both Gloam and Gleam, she might have understood how Gloam felt to be sundered from his twin. His devastation could easily have been hers’ a thousand times over and had been, once or twice on the occasions that Spear and she had been separated by decisions and fates that called them apart from one another. But never had they been forced apart by oceans of threat and continents of hate. No, never that.
She bends an ear to her name said softly and cautiously from his lips. He repeats it and she still gives him nothing but her flaming quiet and hot quick steps as she keeps pace with them. She rolls a red right eye to the colt that trails her then surges to the front of them as Giver tells of how they found nothing. Spark thought she ought to have felt something at that - whether it was gladness or sorrow, to know that the sister had not been found, nor her hag of a mother that dragged her back from them, all of them. Still, she says nothing. What is there to say?
“No,” she answers him at last.
No, she lies with lips of flame that spark and spit as the shame of it disappears inside her. Her heart swallows it up; like it has everything else that the fire couldn’t touch, like her love for him. Though sometimes she thinks the fire did burn that up, burn it white-hot and clean until her heart was just a heart again that beat stupid and meaty and thick inside her sometimes pale breast. Yes, it hurt to burst into flame that first time but her anger had been there to get her through the pain. Even that burnt up though, to ash and dust and a small memory of stars etched deep into her brain.
His stars would always be a roadmap for her to follow.
His stars would always be a light beckoning her home.
But now, are his stars still her stars or not?
Questions haunt her, but she pushes them back - they are demons not meant to be loosed from her lips, for all that they bite and scratch at her throat and teeth. She dares to look at him for a quick moment, and she sees all the smooth hairless bits of him that had healed but not without leaving him permanent reminders of that night. Spark bites back a sigh and looks away, but the fire slowly goes out of her until only a few smoking steps remain and she is Spark once again as he knew her.
ooc: it's short but long overdue <3
ooc: it's short but long overdue <3