(shakes head) I try not to concentrate on anything else but another story I'm trying to write, but I read a sentence in a book, and BOOM, five minutes later, there's this...thing...written and waiting to be typed up on my comp. I honestly have no idea how this one came around, other than the fact that the word 'rainbow' got stuck in my head...
Rainbows...
Pretty things, rainbows. But so fleeting, so...evanescent...It's sad.
But even sadder are the rainbows made by the moon, for those are so rare, so much harder to see and catch than their brighter sibs.
Sometimes, in ancient cultures, the reverse of a rainbow, the 'moon-bow' was considered a sign of doom, a harbinger of death.
He had long ago been appointed as the harbinger of death, even though he is the lighter cousin, the lighter half. He had fought against his fate just as his darker cousin, darker half, had fought and raged against his.
Slowly, though, he had accepted it, embraced his destiny even. He hated the creatures who had called him here, just as he knew his cousin hated them, deep inside his heart. He grew to enjoy the brief time he spent here, once every generation, this time he spent as the sign of death. But unlike his other half, he wasn't so easily spotted by those outside his 'cursed family'. In fact, the few who saw him were immediately silenced.
That was why he likened himself to a moon-bow; he is the reverse of his cousin, from his hair to his name, to his very nature. His cousin was seen by every one of these creatures, while he was seen by only a select few.
He leaned down, examining his other half even as he struggled to get away. They were so different, and yet...
Tanned skin where he was pale...
Wild purple hair while his was tamed and golden...
Cold cat-like eyes to his cousin's burning amethyst...
White wings to raven-black...
And yet, they were alike; the moon-bow to his cousin's rainbow, the light to his other half's dark...
He leans down further, pressing his lips against his other half's, tasting some odd, spicy flavor that he couldn't identify.
Rainbows are pretty... But moon-bows are prettier.
FIN
I'm completely making up the thing with the ancient cultures and moon-bows, by the way. n.n
...Heh. I just had to sneak that Krad/Dark moment in there, you know I had to.