09-06-2016, 11:27 PM
They are as familiar with chaos (for all that they cause it!) as they are with control.
Spear has never seemed this grown up, and it scares Spark a little at the thought of losing him so quickly to things that are far bigger than either of them.
Spear & Spark
There is as much dark in them,, as there is light. They are two halves of the same oneness that had split at the time of conception,, and each holds portions of the things that are necessary to balance them. If he is mischief or anger, then she is the calm that comes after it; they balance one another, and in times apart, the balance is tipped in one or the other’s favor - like now, as Spear grows emboldened by the black’s talk, and Spark shrinks back by her brother’s side, trying to dissuade the colt from this course. It is too late, he asks and the asking cannot be undone and it is blasphemy to her ears as she pins them tight against her black-capped poll.
“Help, huh?” Spear cannot help himself, he asks for more - more information, more direction, more anything. He is hungry for it, despite the press of Spark against him and he almost steps away from her - almost. But she anchors him there, against her small fuzzy side, and he spares her but a look - mismatched eyes meet mismatched eyes, and Spear’s face drops in disappointment. Spark has never been this mad at him before, but he can see the blaze of anger in her eyes, and her own disappointment in him. “Are we going to stay in father’s shadow forever?” he asks her quietly, his lips pressed hard against her ear.
“You won’t,” she answers, a little sadly and just as quietly.
Spark can feel a chasm yawning a big dark mouth between them; it is hungry for their separation, and she feels like this is a thing that not even hope can bridge for them, or their twinness. Spear has broken something in them with his greed, his hunger for something altogether different for the very life that they have always known. True, their thirst for adventure and travel have been great. Never once though, have they faced the thought of separation as they do now - her path lies in the footprints their father had left behind, but Spear’s… it remains to be seen. He can feel his sister tuck herself more securely into his side but he pays her no mind, as he talks to the big black stallion; “She hardly seems all that malevolent, as I’m sure we’ve stirred the pot of her anger far too much. The fairy acted justly in my opinion but I am rather curious as to what you’ve got planned that requires our - my (he amends swiftly, far more swiftly than the glance given his sister) help.”
Spear has never seemed this grown up, and it scares Spark a little at the thought of losing him so quickly to things that are far bigger than either of them.