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❝YET YOU THINK WE'RE THE SAME / THE SKYLINE FALLS AS I TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL / I THOUGHT I'D UNCOVERED YOUR SECRETS BUT TURNS OUT THERE'S MORE / YOU ADORED ME BEFORE / OH, MY GOOD LOOKING BOY.❞ ━━━ Suki Waterhouse 'Good Looking'
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WHEN TWO people who are destined for each other are born, the Gods forge their lifelines together like they are one in the same. The Fates connect them with strings that are as flexible as yarn but unbreakable as titanium. No amount of distance, in life or death, would have the power to separate them. For they would hold each other as they are bathed in gold and solidified for the centuries to come. Bound and indestructible like the Gods intended for them to be. Two souls, two bodies, two hearts that might as well have been halved and are only whole when they are reunited.
TRICKY AND mischievous, the Gods are no better than the children who play in their schoolyards and throw rocks at windows expecting them not to break. They are sloppy, and they are cruel, and when a god wants to test the balance of the Fates, they will do as they so please. They will bring torture and torment upon those lives in which they crafted themselves. Tearing undeserving souls into halves that can never be whole again. Stealing from those who are complete and leaving them with nothing but a gaping wound in their chest where their heart had once safely been stored.
AND WHEN the Gods crafted themselves an unimaginable being, a creature so beautiful and capable of harnessing and wielding their power with the ease of the naturally gifted, the Fates called for balance. Something so herculean shouldn't have been allowed to exist, let alone with the strength of a bond the Gods forged out of spite. And the Fates were angry. Humans had already damaged the world enough as it was by capturing the power of the Titans and waging wars against each other. By creating something with the ability to cripple a twenty meter Titan in seconds without having to lay a finger on it, the Gods were playing with the fate of the entire world.
IN ORDER to make right what they'd done wrong, the Gods made a promise to the Fates. They would destroy the bond they'd created if only their creation would be allowed to live, to give their precious creation the chance to prove himself as the greatness they'd modeled him after. The Fates agreed, and the Gods tasked themselves with the impossibility that was taking their creation's other half and dousing the flame that burned brightly——complete and unbroken. The cruelest among them snuffed it out without a second thought, leaving behind crumpled remains that flickered like the dying embers in a hearth. But, fearing the worst of what might happen if a soul is left incomplete, a goddess gathered the glowing cinder and did her best to revive the flame that bit at her fingers with an anger and vengeance beyond anything she'd ever felt before. They'd done something cruel by creating something beautiful just to rip it apart, and she realized that the Gods would soon pay for their actions.
