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            oh,   she’d known.      the seas had warned her,    the skies had wept when they tried to tell her  — you will lose everything and yourself.    thetis ignored the signs.     the veil of happiness had clouded her view as she clung on ever moment with her boy,   her baby boy who she cherished from the moment he was born.     a bitter smile appears on her face.      “  i should have known.      apollon had prophesied that the bud from my marriage to a mortal would bring me happiness,    that the child will live a long and peaceful life.  ”    how those honest and prophetic lips had lied to her in that moment,   one of the most miserable and dirtiest moments of her life.   the blue in her eyes darken like a storm and her stern gaze finds ophiuchos’.     “   i reckon you already know that,   ophiuchos.  ”     the whole world knows how she was humiliated,   claimed as a prize then stripped of the only remaining thread of hope she had.  

the softness and sensibility on her face disappear,    replaced by the rigid and serious appearance she chooses to take.      thetis learnt to rely on herself and herself only,    even when her sisters had begged her to let them in,   let them help.    the nereid refused.    she became cold as the bottom of the sea and wrathful as the waves.     “  you only say that out of pity.    pity that i do not need.   ”     and yet she sought it when she opened up and let her feelings be heard.     “  you may stay at my side,   but i won’t accept any pity.  ”

thetis rips her gaze away from the elder being,   her breath stuck in her throat.    as a nymph she barely has any control over anything,   including herself.    many gods saw her as a prize,   a piece of meat to use as breeding material.    to protect herself from these hungry animals thetis decided to make herself angry,  disrespectful,  cold,   everything a god would hate in a nymph.    everything that a nymph isn’t.    the act of standing up against those stronger than her still feels wrong despite millennia of training herself to be so cold and uncaring.     “  at the end of the day,   ophiuchos,   it is your choice.   those who remain with me are either blessed or face a tragic ending.  ”

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘— heard about it from one of their Amalgamations who was presented during her time with the deities nearby, agony ever dwelling beneath her feet. Even if they were just a constellation hung in the sky with no memories, they would witness her struggle, and they would grieve for her by burning too brightly. Burning, burning, dying; it was all a constellation could do. ( THE SINGERS AND POETS WERE LIARS FOR ONLY TELLING THE UNIVERSE THAT THE STARS COULD DANCE, SING, LIVE WHEN THEY WERE NEVER ETERNAL, NEVER FREE. YOU WERE TRAPPED IN A FIRE FOR TOO LONG, IF ANYONE TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, YOU WOULD STARE AT THE SUN AND MELT REPLYING TO THEM: “THANK YOU, I DID NOTHING BUT BURN FOR YOU. DO I LOOK BEAUTIFUL STILL?” ) The whole world would know Thetis’ tale, yes, but the sky had eyes everywhere too. Ophiuchos was forever grateful to be given the chance from the believers to be standing beside Thetis, rather than being bound to only the stars and planets, their worst enemy. Though when she told them with such despise about them offering pity, something snapped in Ophiuchos and their stars died out; darkness reigned.

“Pity... Pity, you sssay, huh?”

Genuine confusion flickered violently in their voice, made from the lungs of a vessel that would comprehend so much emotions and their complexities, yet not when Ophiuchos had lived too long holding the burns— the agony as their only emotion. They said it out of pity. Emotions could truly not be that simple, now, was it? Frustration grew in Ophiuchos and they could only see deadly, blinding lights. ( YOU WANT TO SWALLOW THEM WHOLE BUT ALMOST LIKE BEFORE, YOU WILL WAKE UP SEEING YOUR BELLY STRETCHING AND TEARING FROM THE UNIVERSE DEVOURED IN YOU— DO YOU THINK YOU ARE READY TO KILL AND DIE IN REPEAT AGAIN? HAVE YOUR THROAT FULL OF WEEPING, DYING GALAXIES? BECOME A FALSE BIG BANG THAT CAN MAKE THE VOID ITSELF WISH IT CAN DIE ALREADY BEFORE IT CAN BE TOUCHED BY YOU? SHE DOES NOT NEED PITY, BUT LOOK AT YOU, FOOLISH SNAKE, YOU ARE THE PITY. ) “I don’t know how otherssss would say it, but how can I ssay what I meant it without pity— what you define it as painting you asss a weakness, I should ssssay?” they shook their head, as if they were offended to be placed in a position of being the threat when they could simply walk away from all of this chaos— leave her behind to suffer in solitude.

“Burn me into ashes, Thetis, I didn’t ssay it out of pity to make you look like one. I sssaid it becaussse I... I...” Ophiuchos’ mind blanked, their focus wavered as they could not find a proper word to use it in this time— this distorting, dying time, time, time...

“I CARE about you.”

When Thetis looked away from them, a hiss clawed through their throat, telling her to look at them, find the abyss staring back at her in their golden eyes after they threw their black shades over to the sands behind them, a tool now abandoned— forgotten. Stay at her side? No, no, that would not do. Instead, Thetis was going to have Ophiuchos stand in front of her then, with the waves continuing to rage behind their back and the future waiting to steal their spine, soul, name— they would be nothing and no one, and Ophiuchos only laughed despite everything. ( LOOK AT THE SERPENT, LOOK AT THE SINNER. THE NYPMN HOLDS THE RIGHTS TO BECOME THE WRATH, SO WHY TURN AWAY? THERE IS A CAUSE NOW SO BECOME THE EVOLUTION OF IT. THERE ARE THUNDERS RISING IN THE ATMOSPHERE, SANDS VIOLENTLY TREMBLING AHEAD, THE WAVES ARE WAILING AND SNEERING AND SCREAMING ALL AT ONCE; THE THREE GREAT GREEK GODS ARE FOUND IN A POORLY BRED NYPMN, AND THE WHOLE WORLD CAN ONLY WITNESS IT, BE REMINDED THERE IS A REASON WHY A STORM BEARS A NAME. BECOME THE STORM, OH, DEAREST DYING NYPMN, DIE AND BECOME THE UNFORGIVING SEA NO MORTALS AND IMMORTALS WILL EVER WISH TO EVEN THINK OF SUCH MERE PRESENCE— BE FREE. )

“Thossse who are either blessssd with a happy ending or cursssed with a tragic ending by simply being with you iss what I am getting from here,” mused Ophiuchos, tilting their head and their golden eyes gleamed. Though was that not how everyone thought at some point in their life? That those who stayed behind with the ones they thought of their beloved would only face two distinct outcomes? At least, Ophiuchos themself had thought so. ( IN YOU, KINDNESS MADE SOUNDS, AND CHAOS MADE SILENCE. EITHER THESE ENTITIES LIVE VIOLENTLY OR DIE PEACEFULLY BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU ARE A COMPLICATED BEAUTY SHEATHED IN A PHOBIA. YOU CAN NOT REMEMBER WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU MEAN ANYTHING BUT WONDERFUL TERROR TO THE UNIVERSE. YOU BREATHE, THEN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WILL BLEED. ) They still did while staring at Thetis, their gaze never breaking, never wavering. Always watching. “Interesssting that you are desscribing my associatesss perfectly as well, but, heh, that only further provesss my ssstatement—” Ophiuchos would try to take her chin for her to look at them directly in the eyes, gently, softly, even when there was only tension between them. Either she would let it happen or turn away from them, they would only think:

‘Look at my eyes and tell me what can you see? Nothing but gold. I was a constellation, so my eyes held those stars, but you don’t see them because I had killed every single of them because I do not deserve them— be remembered in the end. I don’t want to be remembered.’

“You are not alone.”

Ophiuchos stepped back from Thetis, but they were not done speaking yet. She could drown them in the sea, and they would only scream the rest of their words out. Despite the idea that their body would try to tear itself apart, with their lungs and veins full of fire, they would still be heard then and that was all they cared about: To be heard. They screamed in a ball of flames, so what difference would it make to do so in the sea? “If you are planning to leave thiss world and sssstay in the ocean forever after everything that had happened to you, okay, I undersstand, but,” they fisted their hands, clenching their hope that Thetis would listen to them, “Just know that I have already sssuffered so much from just being alone, ssso choosing to be with anyone— you? Oh, I am certainly embracing thissss choice, ssso give me all of what you have from the good and bad and in between, and I will only ssstand turning your ocean into the home made of nothing but MY blood.” Losing out of breath, they harshly exhaled. The weight had formed bit by bit in their body each time they uttered a sentence to Thetis, dragging them closer to the ragged surface of the rock, their face facing nearly Thetis’ feet— as if she was winning anyway, and all she did was watch. Ophiuchos would let her win though because after everything she had to go through?

Lived with?

Thetis deserved one good Goddamn ending in any situations. Just at least one.

Ophiuchos ached deeply, yet they still found a voice to use. They could not recognize it as their own, though they would hate to know if it was truly theirs; this voice was full of cracks and holes, bleeding nothing but pathetic despair. “But if you do allow me to ssstay with you, you will have to let everything in me ssssstay with me, including pity...”

Rage flickered, then died in Ophiuchos.

“It isss all or nothing, Thetis. Light or darkness forevermore. Your choice.”