09-04-2017, 12:02 PM
the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky
Spark was not disgusted by the empty socket and the scars; she was in awe of it - in awe of him. He was a survivor in a way that she was not, and he survived something that would have crippled most from the inside out but he seemed… not entirely okay but resolute, staunch in his determination to not be belittled by he had suffered - no, endured, she thought. His was a strength that she could never know or taste, a strength that was deep and abiding like the stern rock face of a towering mountain or the deepest peace of a lake you could not see the bottom of.
“You’ll never forget what he did to you but you’ll be bigger than it."
She suspected his bitterness had something to do with that, but everyone needs a reason to keep on going. Had she not used her own anger and heartbreak to her own advantage and thus, discovered the fire laying dormant inside her? Spark had chosen the fire for the way it burned her clean, so clean, because of her own desperation to stop feeling and remembering the way a pair of lips surrounded by the light of stars of his own making had touched her skin, trailing love and kisses like summer’s rain across the length of her…
He shudders from memories.
She shivers from them.
Neither notices.
She looks up at him, meets his one-eyed gaze and the loss in that eye is enough to break her own heart all over again. No one should feel loss of such an unfathomable depth as that! But he has, as she watches him go far away - far back enough to remember, to feel again, from a distance. He admits that he was weak but she doesn’t think that was why this Carnage broke him. She thinks it was because he had to be broken to realize the strength inside himself. Sometimes, that is the only way, hard as it may be.
Spark keeps to the side that he can see her best from and reaches out to stroke his neck with her soft whiskery muzzle. “I’m sorry,” she admits, though no amount of apologizing from her could right so wrong a wrong as this. “I think he made you stronger though. Made you recognize something in yourself that you didn’t notice before despite how horrible he was to you.” She says it because she believes it is true, as her nose slips up underneath his flaxen mane to breath in the scent of him that smells a little wintry, a little bear-ish (she knows a scent like that, has met a bear before), and pulls back to sneeze, his flaxen hair and winter scent having tickled her nostrils.
“You’ll never forget what he did to you but you’ll be bigger than it."
Spark