Twins & Kings of Seasons (Patreon)

A little while back my friend Illord on Deviant Art wrote this interesting little story about 2 kings of the seasons using my twins Cart & Cooper. I thought it was really neat so I wanted to draw them in some king oufits! Sorry it took so long, clothing design is pretty difficult! (I gave Cooper a cardinal just for fun, haha) But anyway, hope you enjoy the drawing and check out the story below.

In the olden days, when the weather was alive and faeries ran wild,
Near the farms and near the fields,
Uncles, grand-fathers and other old ones from the hills,
Used to tell of the weathery tales
That said how the world was built and how time was made.
And among these tales was the dearly-loved one
Of the two kings of the seasons.
“They are two,” they would tell you.
“Twins of the time, twins of the weather
Twins of Mother Nature.
Hair all white – as white as cloud, as white as snow.”
The old farmer Matthew knew well of the first one
“The little Cart, that’s how we call the heir.
The Prince Carter, of Spring and Summer.
The bright one, with a sunny smile.
The skinny lad, comes once in a while.
All funs, laughters and games.
Seducing teens, boys and girls, here and there.
He is the joy in the sky, the fat of the land,
The blessing of birds, the plenty in sea
The treasure of the hills and the love in the air.
He is all one joyous festivity.”
As for the other, it was my own grandma,
Who told me of his melancholic reign.
“This one we call the Cooper, the Coop,
King of frozen lands,
Coming with Autumn the sad and Winter the deep,
All dressed in black, all clad in furs,
Breathing frost and crying hail.
He is the gloomy prince, the sorrowful heir,
Refusing to bring
Life in the land and love in the air.
He just watches all of it disappear
From his throne of cold and grim,
The snow of the mourn, the ice of the cruel.
It’s his dowry, it’s his debt.”
But, contrary to his twin, the almanacs say,
He is always on time, and always there.
When the moment comes,
And the clock rings,
And the hour’s here.
He will be there. Always faithful, always loyal.
Never missed once his appointments.
Always there for his apathetic reign
Where he does nothing, except watch and wait.
However, my young neighbor,
Fair Lucy,
Told me her grandmother
Actually told her
Of a tale of old midwives and wise men,
Saying the Old Cooper
Actually did something.
“He eats!” the little girl said.
“He eats all the time,
For he is lonely, and he is hungry. The sad makes him starve.
He is fat and has a big belly, for when he comes,
It’s the entire world he puts in there!”
And that’s why everything is covered in snow,
That’s why nothing escapes the winter.
Because, as the fair maiden said
“Maybe Cart pecks the flowers and taps the windows,
But Coop wolfs downs seas and rivers.”
Why is he so lonely?
I asked the brave Lucy.
“Cause he can’t see his brother.”
The young child answered.
“Winter and spring can’t be both there,
They’re at war, for one is ugly, one is fair
But which one is it? That’s what they’re fighting upon.”
As for the old father of miss Springfield,
Mistress of seamstresses,
He used to tell me about how the Carter feared the dark.
“He dreads the night, and never sleeps, and never dreams.
That’s why the days are so long, and the nights are so bright,
And all the wonders are out there,
Out of his mind.
It’s his brother, the gluttonous Coop,
That takes all the dark and piles it up in his big stomach.”
And I found back, a very old tale
In a weird, medieval chronicle,
It was just a quick mention in some pagan texts:
“The Carter loves his brother,
So much and so dear,
That to any length he is ready to go,
That anything he is ready to do.
And the darkest tales, and wickedest secrets,
All claim and all say:
If the Carter brings so much life,
Makes things plenty and makes things thrive,
Makes the forests grow and the stocks swarm,
Makes the birds copulate and the rabbits lay down,
If he makes all those flowers, all those beauties, all those eggs
It’s only to make sure his brother will have plenty
Plenty of things to feed on
During his long winter-reign.”