Fire
She was quiet since they both had ventured into their death. Well, it was assumed death and it would be for as long as needed. None the less, she was quiet in her thoughts. Always internally staring off doing her work, designing cherished attire that would make the world smile. Something seemed tweaked one day when she missed a stitch and the hem was no longer straight and perfect as it always was before. She knew it looking for hours at the misplaced work as it felt like burned heat between her fingers. No longer was the perfection was what burned but something more. Over and over she envisioned her actions the day previously lying flowers of red and white down upon the Earth at the feet of stone that were once the breathing entities of her origin. Why would it matter now? Neither were true in their role as parents to either her brother or herself. It mattered because the power of their flesh and blood now boiled to meet destiny inside herself. She no longer could hear her brother's bass playing in the other room only the subtle sounds of pacing footsteps signifying his own deep thoughts that were now burning to answer the call. Who snapped first? Ah...well it all happened at once and only the fraction of a second divided their nature as the lives they lived once before were shattered. In her ear she could hear the footsteps stop and the sound of a thunderous crash. It was nothing but the destruction of all valuable things to her brother. The wall dulling the sound of his pain and agony. So suddenly the loss of what they never knew to cherish was swallowing them up. It was their destiny to morn in violent agony. The heat between her fingers began sizzle and smoke with an unforgiving notion to the imperfect stitch in her hands. And like a sudden jolt the fabric was gone, nothing more then falling gray ash between her fingers lingering slowly down to the floor across her black heels. She shuddered closing her eyes feeling the heat boil up her body as she found no voice of her own only the sound in her ears of her brother's agonizing destruction next door. All around her things screamed their calls of mercy, every drawing and perfected piece she cherished were turning into cinder and ash. The life she lived was falling into hell at her feet, her body engulfed in the enraged energy flowing out of her body now. The midnight blue was her hue of fire protecting her skin and the last perfect piece she had that was dressed upon her. Everything else melted away as now the wall gave away enhancing every sound of her brother's final call.
They were dying.
They were being reborn.
They were dying.
They were being reborn.