EVARA // wtm (DISCONTINUED)

𝟐. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴛᴀʀ

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IT SEEMED THAT the Fates loved tragedy and Apollo has always been coated with tragedy like a second skin layer.

He was a god. One who could twist lies to form truths, bewitch the mind and soul to drag you in with honeyed words and promises, devote himself completely but not at all at the same time. He was like a flame, and all flames do is burn.

He knew he should accept this destiny but how could he? She was his other half. The one that made him feel whole. And he knew that for this girl there's nothing that he wouldn't do.

He was her to hold. Hers to cherish. Hers to love. Hers to protect. 

He was hers and he would make sure the world knew it.

But sometimes beautiful stories don't have beautiful endings. Destiny can override the love. Fate will always win

Yet, Apollo didn't give up hope. The last evil remains and it will continue to do so if he had any say in the matter. 

Hope that their story will continue. Hope that tragedy is overcome by love. Hope that change only brings good. Hope that they stay forever as one.

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ASTREA BLACK WAS NEVER ONE TO question the workings of the universe. Coming from the fact that she had been reborn and could only faintly remember her past life, most things didn't matter much anymore. 

But growing up between two worlds and finding a love greater than the skies worth could either end up being a tragedy or a fantasy.

The child of the stars and sea who had a piece missing from her soul. The other half only in reach when present in the sun's light.

The star child whose love is eternal and never bound. Love that continues to build and grow with deepening connections which can create universes.

The sea child whose anger can destroy even the greatest of all. Rage that can make the world crash and burn and take away everyone and everything with it. 

Astrea Cordelia was the child of the sea. And just like the sea, she could never be contained. Just like the sea, she always strayed. Just like the sea, she was beauty with rage. 

But Astrea Black was the child of the stars. And just like the stars, she was beauty from afar. Just like the stars she could burst and leave scars. Just like the stars she was a hidden work of art.

The ocean's loving is to never be restrained. But a Black in love, is a Black who is crazed.

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LOVING A GOD IS NOT A KIND FATE. Astrea had known it right from the beginning, ever since her prophecy had come to light. But she couldn't help but think that their's was a story woven to fit the melodies. 

The Sun and The Sea. Both who love hard, fast, and with their entire beings. Their love that drowns and swallows, is something that is never ending. 

Apollo knew he had his destiny written out for continuous centuries.  Always different yet never changing. 

Astrea was written by the universe. More ichor than blood, flowing in her veins, her fate was unseen.

Loving a god and loving like a god. 

Seemingly different but one and the same. Staining your entire soul, it will keep going and throwing, a vicious cycle. The greed filled fingertips always aching for more, reaching ahead to grab whatever possible. 

But no matter how small of a sliver is caught, it will take over. And you will never be left as a whole again. 

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Sya Notes ! 

I feel really proud of this chapter. I think my writing skills have definitely grown and improved. This was like a background-filler to Apollo and Astrea with a lottttt of  comparative descriptions.

Stay safe and health and Enjoy reading! 

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