11-16-2017, 01:12 PM
the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky
Spark cannot even begin to understand all the events that have transpired since she saw him last. Rumor has it, because there are always rumors of course, that he had been involved in something momentous and dark that had not only torn the heart from his chest but torn him from his beloved’s side. She cannot help the little thrill of knowledge that licks along her bones like tiny flames that he came to her; he could have chosen someone else to bring his broken and battered self but he came to her - to Spark.
She decides that it doesn’t matter; her slim nose finds his skin, is mindful of the tears in it, as it skims along his neck with all the weight of a tremulous untamed bird. Spark can give him this much - she can give him all that she is, herself and that alone should count for something. Hearts be damned, she thinks.
The press of his face to her neck is glorious, and she cannot help how she delights in it. She can feel him taking in a breath and part of her is smart enough to know that he doesn’t see or feel her against him, he feels his beloved as much as Spark pines for her own disastrous first (and what she had so foolishly hoped would be her last!) love. Ledger is not Giver, no matter how much she wants to believe it as he thinks of Ellyse and his lips find her skin in a kiss.
It feels as if the kiss of longing he left in her fur had sunk deeper than that through the layers of hair and epidermis until it laid like a balm against her own cracked heart and began to heal it. She may not be Ellyse. He may not be Giver. But there has always been something between them; the polar bear’s cold and her hot, hot fire. Opposites, and attraction. She thinks of this as he groans, comes back to himself and she senses a small thread of disappointment - Spark was not who he had been thinking of and strangely, she is okay with that. She is whomever and whatever he needs in that moment, she can give him that much at least.
“It’s gone. It’s done.”
Spark has no idea what he is referencing but the pain in his voice is unmistakable. She is hesitant to answer him as he blazes on, all the pain and the hurt that he has suffered manifesting itself in a rage that works along his body until bits of the polar bear begin to break free of his horse-skin. Spark thinks it is wise to back up a step, feeling the swift kick of her fire mimicry inside her as it rolls along her bones, begging to burn the skin off them and set her free. She fights it, tries to tamp it back down into a low simmer as he shakes her off to stare out at the sea and mumble to himself.
“Maybe because you are not meant to die at the moment? Maybe there is more for you here…” it is a light suggestion that falls from her unsmiling lips. She cannot smile at a time like this, in the fact of his lunatic laughter and babbling. Then he asks her if she can see him and she sees nothing in the sea but the waves and the spindrift atop them. “No, I don’t.” she murmurs sadly, because she is at a loss as to how to help him further - Ledger is broken in a manner that is beyond her, but he comes back to her, nestles into her side and she’s not sure if he feels as small as a foal beneath the weight of the things that he sees, or if he’s coming back to himself as the stallion.
She decides that it doesn’t matter; her slim nose finds his skin, is mindful of the tears in it, as it skims along his neck with all the weight of a tremulous untamed bird. Spark can give him this much - she can give him all that she is, herself and that alone should count for something. Hearts be damned, she thinks.
Spark
@[Ledger] sorry for the wait! <3