03-10-2019, 06:58 PM
Scars did not scare them.
Their mother had scars; a very nasty life-ending one in particular that triggered the mare’s immortal beginning. To them, scars are stories to be read by eyes and lips against the puckers of grown-together skin. Some of the best stories have begun with a scar. But neither of them asks her how she came by so many; how her flesh used to hold so few blemishes but blossoms now in tales of trials and tribulations that have left their mark on her.
Their half-red gazes meet over her back, above the smiles that find their mouths roaming over whatever inch of her they can and do touch. Each of them could have sighed at the flare of fire from her that began to touch them. It coaxed the fire-centric magic in Spear to life until he seemed to ignite from within, giving off small sparks that lingered in the air around them. Spark felt her mane and tail alight, the rest of it wanting to burn away her pale skin.
Both of them simper and smolder. It is true, there is a lot for them to catch up on but later. Now is lips and wordless murmurs and something that all three of them have been missing, but is always found once they’re all together. Spear and Spark let her move between them, anchoring herself with touches and small personal sniffs that ground their scents in her mind as much as she is grounded in theirs. Each of them had found love only to lose it, but there was always Lilitha - black and red, fire and shadow.
Neither of them could ever forget her. She stood out, even after all the time that has passed between them. Then, she asks and they share another look between them - who will begin? Spark does, it started with her after all. She lays her black-bonneted head upon that sable back, content despite the minimal traces of pain that underline her tone as she talks.
“It’s been so long, so much has happened - the Reckoning saw us joining our father in the founding of Tephra. Well, mostly me as Spear came and went.” He rolls his eyes at her, he’d been there enough then not and it was the not part that sickened him the most. It shows in his eyes - the regret, at not having been there or come soon enough to prevent all that happened next, but it changed Spark for the better.
“I met someone, fell in love, but it was doomed to say the least. Things happened and he left, then I grew sick.” Here, she pauses to separate herself from the tangle of them. Spark begins to glow, like soft firelight at first. Then she ignites, as flames sprout from her flesh and the grass underfoot begins to smoke and turn to ash. “Out of that sickness, came this.” and her smile is resplendent before she dims, dousing herself without a second thought and a quick dragging inhalation from Spear as if he ate her fire.
Spark moves in close, shoulder touching shoulder as they give Lilitha time to process this. Later, Spear will have his turn.
@[Lilitha] this would have been so long if I didn’t break it up haha ❤️