Rabbit Hutch I: Sparkle On

“Ah, sparklers?” Sparklers were, of course, common a thing. Strike a match, light the sparkler, watch the sparks rain off of it and wave the burning end in the air. See the after image vividly, burned into the back of your eyelids even. The past month, they were even more commonplace. Bought, sold, traded…

The offered packet was of similar dimensions as any envelope, though obviously thicker for being made with cardstock and needing enough space inside to hold the wire sticks. Seeing the pink skin of the one who held it out to him…pulling off his dark shades with a smile on his lips, the light coming from his pupil and sclera compounded with the brightness of the rest of his glowing freckles and flame and stars, and made it especially hard to imagine enjoying the sparklers.

For all intents and purposes, he might as well have been the sparklers…just being with his loves, anywhere, he could whip his clothes off and be the light in the darkness. But, he’d learn to enjoy the lesser sparkler to his magnificent self, Imogen has much to teach him about it he felt–even if he felt possessively jealous of it being held moments in her hand, as if he felt he wanted to be the only light in her life.

“Go get Byron.” Getting a brisk nod, Imogen left his side to jog back into their large manor, skirt fluttering in the wind just so.

It wasn’t entirely dark yet either, Goetia could tell with even the light of his eyes, the stars sitting before his sights. Before he could contemplate having them head somewhere first before getting to their little evening activity, Byron stepped out with his coat, and reflexively the glowing succubun adjusted his own, “We’ll walk over to my rabbit hutch park, unless you’ve any objections.”

Byron’s reply was to come up and turn Goetia by his shoulders, shoving the back of his shoulder in a ‘get moving’ sort of gesture, and in turn the gray haired starry glow-bun just glowered…but turned to guide them in the right direction, as if they hadn’t been before. First it was heading down the road of their more closed gate community, bearing witness to others reveling in the darkening skies, and sparklers of their own.

Leading the way in the dark, cutting its encroaching presence with unfaltering white, Goetia looked over his shoulder to catch Byron’s eye. When their eyes met, Imogen marveling at the revelers as they passed, Goetia tipped his head as if to say ‘hold her hand’. Letting out a sniff, the angora bun did reach a hand to latch over the packet carrying one, the pink succubun almost dropping it at his touch before giggling. With that, Goetia continued on apace.

Leaving their safe little neighborhood, it was safer still as it got darker, and street lamps lit the way. No light better than Goetia, however, but they continued to light the scenes of other celebrants heading to their own locations of choice…oh, and the odd imp walker, let's not forget. Imogen easily let go of Byron’s hand to pet a fluffy stroodle, and the succubun let out a huff, stepping up a little closer to Goetia as he stopped and waited.

Darkness has fallen completely over their skies as both watched Imogen adoringly as she rubbed the imps stomach, before she let out a squeak when she realized she had kept them waiting. Neither bun were upset, however, coming to either side of her to hook arms with hers...again, she squeaked, this time at the two almost lifting her off the ground.

It wasn’t long before he noticed the longing in her eyes, and having the arm with the packet in hand, Goetia looked at his arm to slide his hand down her arm. Imogen turned her head to meet his gaze, as he held up the packet, “Why don’t you light the way with these?” An explosion of distance sounds as if on cue, in the piercing dark over their heads flowers of light lit the skies, fireworks of various colors…

Opening the packet’s little tape seal and popping a wire stick out, Byron offered a flame light with a mechanical clink, and soon Imogen carefully held the bright sparkler in hand. It was bright, Goetia was of course brighter, but the expression on Imogen’s face warmed everyone’s hearts…

And they were nowhere near the rabbit hutch yet, even.