06-22-2017, 09:41 PM
What about you, do you prefer the light or the dark?
Spear and Spark are a peculiar pair indeed.
Spear & Spark
Divided; must it always be this way?
Each of them is caught by her question, undecided and unsure. Spear thinks that there is room for both; light to fill the shadows and shadows to quell the light. Spark though, once there would have been no question for her and she’d have said the light. Now, she wallows in indecision because there is more than enough light in her when all her skin burns back to pure flame and she is nothing but fire and her own bright source of light and conflagration. She could burn up all the shadows, brighten them with her presence but she balks at the decision to do so - something about the shadows makes her think of him, and she shakes her head as his face comes unbidden into her mind.
“I don’t think it is as easy as picking one over the other,” she comments. Spark decides she is not too keen on that smile of Thorunn’s, it holds an emptiness that she is fast becoming familiar with and while it looks beautiful but sad on the red’s face, she thinks it’d look ugly on her own because of how pinched with spite it’d be. She cannot help it, thinking of the dark brings back memories of someone that used to light up the dark with the stars he made out of… well, she never quite knew what he conjured them up from, but they always made her smile, made her love him more because he made them dance and spin just for her.
“Spark…” he calls, cajoling as his shoulder bumps into her hip - he sensed the change in her mood, knew the fire would be close beneath her fur if she kept on this path. “We’ve never given it much thought,” he elaborates on his sister’s sentiment as he offers a weak smile. “Never had to choose, really, since we all have the potential to favor both as much as one or the other. Things in the dark love things in the light and things in the light are drawn to things in the dark, isn’t that the way of it?” He is more loquacious than he means to be, embarrassment hot on his face as he ducks it momentarily out of the red’s line of sight.