Blue Dot

The Myths that make us

Finally posting!! Kind of changed where this chapter was going. I promise smut will come soon.

Blue. Dots. Blue dot.
Falling from the sky.
That was her notion of what rain was when she was just a pupil, like millions of blue dots descending from the clouds. The dearest thing in the world for her, observing the blue dots come down.

Rain, storms soothed her, therefore she adored them. It always made her day when it rained. And London provided a fair amount of that climate. It was undeniably the quintessential place for her.

However, it wasn't the same without him. He was her utter opposite, the sun was his muse, therefore stories about it were told to her. Which made her enjoy the sunny days even when he wasn't around.

She reminisced about the first time he narrated the myth of the moon and the sun to her. They were in his teenage room, a complete clutter, but she had been fond of it. It was so him and she doted on him more than anything in this earth. The pair had been laying on the floor with a mellow jazz playing in the back whilst they savored each other amity.

Liam always told her stories, he craved the yarning look on her features she bore when she listened to him, how she would look tranquil laying in the floor with a soft music as background while he related her the best stories he could muster.

The sun and the moon was his most beloved one. Liam didn't believe in God or any almighty, so the sun was his preeminent.

She vividly remembers him turning towards her, he craving to analyze her. She remembers how delicately he caressed his fingers though her face, how he would grin every time she did. He was her idea of perfect, he was her everything.

"This is the story of how the moon and the sun fell in love." He started with his story time voice, one that was as calm as the rain tapping on the window.

"The moon was alone shining in the midnight sky certain night. Although she was surrounded by myriads of tiny, sparkly stars, she felt solitary. She eagerly searched the skies for a friend, perhaps a meteor, with whom to discuss the joys and sorrows of her life, but there was none.

On the other side of the world, the sun yawned and awoke to shine his light upon the blue-green temples of God. He heard the call to worship, and saw the waves of people bowing and praying. He felt full of good will and charity towards the masses of God's servitors. Perhaps they were not holy, but at least they were faithful.

The moon stayed alone, suspended in the sky with none to touch her. A tiny star whispered to her of a great being, the sun, who brought joy and light to the world. She listened with interest, for it seemed that once, a long time ago, she had seen a being such as this. Beautiful as he was, the sun seemed always just beyond her reach. She would visit the places where he had been, and would always find that he had just left. Those who knew him spoke of his wonder and his glory, and she felt
unworthy to be in his presence.

Now the sun was unaware of her longing, for he was too occupied making the crops grow and warming the world. Those who wished his light had only to look upward to heaven and he was there, beaming down upon them.

The moon continued to follow the sun, always coming close to him, always hearing that he had just left that portion of the sky, or was just over the next mountain range. Where before there was despair, now she was ever more hopeful, for she knew that she was approaching his presence.

She came closer and closer, until one glorious day came when she stood before him, naked and unafraid. The world looked up and saw only blackness - in the middle of the day. But the moon stood mid-way between the sun and the earth, and all of his glory was for her.

His light blotted out all of her loneliness, all of her pain, all of her past. She stood bathed in wonder before him, and his light filled her soul.

She passed away from him full of light and joy, and though his light was too bright to remember, it was also too powerful to forget. She was dizzy with wonder. As time passed, it seemed that she once had been a being full of light, yet it was so long ago..."

When he concluded the tale the both merely surveyed each other's eyes and breathed. She was speechless to how ravishing it all was and he had no words to how prepossessing she was. However, the quietude was interrupted, when she questioned him exactly how he perceive she would.

"Do you have the believe that a love like so can be real?"

"I believe we can have a love like one." He said surveying deep into her alluring eyes that made his world revolve. She was his idea of perfect. She was his sun.

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Blue. Dots. Blue dot.
For Harry that was what the ocean was, a collectiveness of blue dots.

It was the only thing that thoroughly calmed him. Being in those conditions, in front of the ocean with his feet deeply buried in the sand, felt sublime for him. It gave him the impression that everything in the world vanished and only that sensation abided. That was because his mom once narrated a story to him and it is unquestionably the purpose to his devotion towards the ocean and his ardor towards love.

"One night many, many moons ago the ocean fell in love with the sky. "She uttered fondling the little boy's hair, while he gazed at her like she was the almightiest being in this planet. Everything she vocalized was gold to him.

"However, there wasn't a place in this earth for a love so monumental, therefore, they never appear to be in contact. They knew they could never be truly together, nevertheless the sky found a way to tell the ocean its love. There was a day were a rain drop fell and since then, it is in the rain that the both love each other."

The tale was ephemeral, despite that was always the love Harry procured. Harry recollected questioning his mom if she ever had an infatuation like so. She responded that she candidly never did, but she had had the sensation he would have one someday. That verbalization made little Harry grin prior to he ever had. One day he would have someone to hold him very dear similar to how the sky holds the ocean.

In the rain they met again.

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