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「chapter 7」: sjasmin

"Love?" Meg questioned into the silence, her gaze laying upon the horizon. She had been watching the brewing thunderstorm for hours now, steady languorous flaps of her titanic tail carrying her through the nonfinite depths of the Norwegian Sea. The gelid floods flowed past her scarred fossil gray skin as though they eagerly awaited a chance to aid her. A daring spiny dogfish nudged her left hand, hence she gingerly moved her hand through the swarm of sea creatures following her to lightly tap the dogfish's snout.

Her lover hummed in reply. The goddess however was so caught up in marveling at her creatures that she did not continue her question, hence her lover simply proceeded her writing. Starborn chains softly clinked against each other with every of her movements, ever so slightly gliding over the ashen skin of her slender body. The metal and moonstones gleamed in the warm orange of the sunrise, the purity of its shine only numbed by her snow white hair hanging in perfect slopes over her small shoulders.

Moonlight woven into silk swished in the soft breeze of the dawn, the fabric so light it had to have been crafted by a being as skilled as the universe itself. It flowed along her body, as though by mere coincidence covering her chest with its silver; the sun gifted its gleam a purple golden touch.

"Do you remember that soul we created a few millennia back?" Meg eventually continued her question, "you know, when we had just found rum and were really drunk?"

Her lover raised her gaze from the vellum she had been writing on. "Which one?" she replied, "We created a whole lotta fuckers, I got no idea who you mean."

"The one you gave the literal worst lives every single time. I am actually quite surprised how good his current life is."

The goddess made a sound of realization. "The guy from the streets!" she stated excitedly. "This one is actually fascinating! As you know I had him be abandoned in a ditch as a lil kid, but he got picked up by an aristocrat and now he's a duke! I don't know why, but I can't interfere with his life anymore, you think we have like a misfortune battery? Because I - for a change - tried good too and that's not working either." She placed the shimmering blue griffin feather onto the vellum, had both vanish with a casual wave of her hand and stood up.

As Dea raised her body, a single ray of sunshine graced her pale back, therefore causing wings of pure light to spread behind her; the blinding brightness startled the fish, the momentary butterfly-shaped light beginning the new day and shooing the nocturnal creatures away. The goddess stretched, turning her frail body into that of a warrior before her muscles once again relaxed and hid beneath her chalk-pale skin.

She hummed a vivacious melody as she skipped across her lover's tattooed back, following the ink black lines on her way to Meg's shoulder. Once there, she hopped onto the other's hand, sitting down cross-legged on her palm as the gigantic siren moved her hand in front of her.

"So," Dea began, "my theory is the following: Omnia set a maximum for the bad shit that can happen to a soul, so now that I've pushed it to the limit with - his name is Hongjoong, right? Anyway. Now that I've pushed it to the limit, because he suffered like really bad in all of his past lives, even surviving all of his suicide attempts and technically deathly diseases and illnesses somehow, maybe I just can't do shit anymore? Because consider the following:" she shifted lightly and supported her elbows on her knees. "Omnia doesn't control a lot, right? But they do like our creatures, so what if they gave every soul like an, uhm, intervention limit?

"I wrote that street-guy will find the love of his life within a week but he didn't even meet someone new? Then I wrote that he will find the one thing he truly desires within a day and he just spent a spa day with that blonde elf. Then I wrote some more shit, like 'he'll find a pot of gold' but it didn't happen, any of it. So I think I used my intervention for that soul up? What doesn't make sense though is that Omnia would limit the good things happening to a soul."