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psychesetra · 4 months

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and the sun went down; pov third person

tHIS IS SO CRINGE AND SO OLD BUT I WANNA POST IT FOR THE SAKE OF POSTING

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he was lonely.

despite being the sun god, taiyo was lonely.

he was too bright, too hot for anyone to even approach.

he spent his days watching humans, living their lives with everything they had. from laughing to crying, loving to killing.

he was lonely, so he decided, after millennia of watching, he left the heavens to become mortal. he was jealous, too, of the stars, who were immortal, yet had human bodies, had friends to return to, had been born of a family, had never felt lonely.

but he could not just leave his post -- the humans were reliant on his rays. that same heat that kept them away kept them alive -- their world would crumble in darkness without him.

the day of his departure, he tore a part of himself to keep in the sky. from the sky he fell, unused to his weakness. that day, the sun dimmed.

he fell like a shooting star, the remainder of his power wrapping around him, keeping him safe.

much later, a human found him, unconscious, in a crater blackened with ashes and surrounded by fractured trees.

tsuki had never been one for adventure. she had avoided the outside since the incident.

she always stayed in her flat above her clinic, a little far from the town of otiosus, but still far enough from the forest.

she was not always an occupant of otiosus -- but it had long been since that she was not.

the villagers had accepted her tensely, whispers of the child who could heal near any ailment traveling to them years before she did.

it was strange, the mages told them -- like all healers, she was empowered by the sun -- yet, there was an undeniable twinkle with her magic that hinted of stardust and a fainter glow.

now, however, it was her turn to accept someone -- but they didn't quite come willingly.

she had been looking to harvest ingredients from the forest when she had ventured into a blackened area. tree bark rich with ash, grass burnt, yet no smell of gasoline.

taking out her knife, she walked quietly, waiting for a threat.

she kept doing so until she saw it. a large, deep crater in the earth, blacker than anything else in its surroundings, and something in the middle that looked suspiciously like a human being.

she crept closer, knife still out. whoever had knocked that thing in the center out might still be around, and she would not die to a measly beast.

she did not want to die alone.

now in the crater, she confirmed that, yes, that thing was a human. he was very injured, and lying face-down. a small pool of blood surrounded him. this made tsuki hurry. many people died of blood loss, and if she could prevent one life, at least that was one less.

she managed to turn him face-up and she paled -- much like the color of the body in front of her. the man's black hair was very messy and matted with blood, some parts sticking to his face. but the chest wound was what made her worry.

across his chest was a hole that looked like it was torn on purpose, and like a hand dug into his chest, because his organs were tangled up like a rope.

she dragged him out of the crater as fast as she could, all the way back to the clinic. she'd go back for her basket of asphodel later.

her assistants didn't question where she had found the strange man or why she had dragged him back there. they just prepared the OR and hoped for the best.

after near-sixteen hours of grueling work and five resuscitations, the man on her metal table was stable. he was going to stay alive for more than five minutes, and he wasn't going to die.

taiyo woke up to white walls, white floors, white cloth -- white everything. he heard the steady beep of a machine and clacking from outside whatever room he was in.

then the human next to him jolted, and ran to the door, and yelled, "he's awake!!"

another human rushed in, a female this time. "hello, and welcome back to the land of the living," she greeted, tone tired and full of sarcasm.

rude. he was never in the land of the living anyway, he was in the sky.

and then it hit him fully -- he had become human. the fact mortals were talking to him, he wasn't lonely -- he was going to make friends!

then a voice trailed into his mind again. "...ame?" was all he heard. he spoke, and his voice was suprisingly childish. "again? sorry.."

the woman rubbed her eye and repeated, "do you have a name, or will i be calling you stranger the whole time you're here?"

again, rude! he was a sun god! but she was a little funny. he snickered. then he realized he couldn't say his name was taiyo, because that would blow his cover to smithereens, and no mortal was named after the god. so he thought and said the first thing that came to mind: "luke- you can call me luke."

the woman grinned. "alright, luke, i'm tsuki. now, care to explain why i found you in a ditch with a hole in your chest?"

ah. right..

it was a while before the two got to get acquainted fully. it took luke a few weeks to convince the reclusive doctor to share dinner with him. she did not pry when he told her he didn't want to say why he was half dead in a ditch, so he did not when she looked at snow with a look only describable as hatred. they talked more and more over the months, and each dreaded the other's departure.

tsuki had put off giving taiyo the clean sweep that he could go, go to wherever he wanted. she didn't want him to leave after every little joke he cracked and his laugh that reminded her of the sun.

luke didn't want to leave, so he sometimes injured himself discreetly, to keep himself attached to the clinic. he didn't want to leave after every small, genuine smile he'd get and the look in her eyes whenever she talked about her work.

but rumors spread, and the one of the healer had spread too far, too quick.

it had been nearly a year since he had been found in that ditch, and things were fine.

fine until that horrible excuse for a star showed up.

incommodum was an infamous star, known for his greed and power. and once he got something, he would never let it go.

and one day, he showed up at tsuki's doorstep.

"i told you i'd come back, little bird," he leered. he had a history with the woman. one that went far, far back that she had never told anyone.

"get out of this town, incommodum! you have no claim to me! your brother fixed that for you, you absolute moron."

incommodum's face turned stony, filled with years of rage. "i found you first, little bird. i found you and i took you and you can't do anything about that. even if my idiotic brother imbued you with the pure magic of the stars, i still lay claim to you. you belong to me and me alone."

he looked to her left, grinning again. "and who is this?" he looked directly at luke, grin widening.

tsuki's eyes widened a little, and she glanced at luke, then back at incommodum. "he isn't related to this, he's just a patient," she said, eyes careful.

"i think i am related, actually," luke said, with a bored look on his face. stars always got so arrogant. it was annoying.

"been quite a long time since i've seen you, incommodum," he continued, poker face on. "you don't recognize me? how sad," he grinned now.

"trust me, mortal, i only associate with the strong," incommodum replied, now cracking his fingers.

"maybe this will jog your memory," luke muttered, and he threw forwards a small ball of flame.

despite the many kinds of mages, no mage could use fire. only the sun god, only taiyo ever could.

barely dodging out of shock, incommodum readied stars in his hands. "i see.. you've become mortal, dear sun god. why the sun went dim, i wondered, and now i know why." his smile reaching near his eyes, he threw several stars straight at taiyo.

taiyo didn't realize, but someone else did.

"what.. did you just do..?" he whispered, skin pale and eyes angry with a fury he'd only ever felt once.

in front of him, on the ground, was tsuki, with five stars impaled into her chest.

"well, you started the fight, dear sun god," incommodum said, grin positively insane. "you simply forgot how to dodge."

with a rage no one on earth alive had seen before taiyo rushed forward, and with a single fiery blast, shot incommodum to stardust. it was not enough to 'kill' him, no, but it would take eons for every little piece of him to unscatter. for now, he would just be dust.

afterwards, he rushed to the ground, down to her body. "no, no, no- what do i do?" he wasn't in the proper state of mind to think, until-

"it'll.. be.. f-fine.."

a soft whisper made itself known, and he looked down again.

"w-when... i said... he did-n't.. have claim... to me.. anym-more.. i wasn't kidding-" tsuki said, hacking out blood.

luke then realized what he could, should, and wanted to do.

"d-do you.. himawari tsuki, allow me.. taiyo, to lay claim to you, and your spirit?"

"yes.. yes, i do."

for years and years afterwards, the sun god and his love lived together in peace. but all humans die naturally. and yet, taiyo was willing to bend and break anything and everything for his love -- and so when she took her final breath, he bound her soul to the magic she was imbued with as a child. thus, the moon was seen in the night sky.

and though they were far apart, every dawn and dusk, they would meet again.

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i did not proofread before posting i just copy pasted it from the google docs 😔

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jar-of-maise · 1 year

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"Lynette!" Lyney bursts into the living room with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Leaning against the door frame, Lyney looks like the perfect image of chaos. Little streamers erupt from his pockets and tiny fireworks explode, crackling from under hat and sleeve as he stumbles through the doorway.

The ominous smell of smoke begins to taint the air.

"Lyney, you know what the rules are about magic props inside the house," Lynette chides, blowing on her tea meticulously without looking at her brother.

"Is something wrong...Lyney?" Freminet asks hesitantly, unsure of how to breach the topic.

His older brother huffs dramatically, staggering over to the couch with comically elongated steps. Freminet has to remind himself that this is his older brother, Lyney the Magician, the responsible team leader they all look up to and admire.

He takes another look at Lyney's frazzled expression and decides that now might not be one of those times.

“Oh it’s horrid!” Lyney whines, “the show’s all falling to pieces now!” He exclaims, shoving his face into a cushion. Freminent glances at Lynette, who’s determinedly ignoring Lyney and eyeing a slice of cake on the table.

“Leave him be,” she says when she notices Freminent’s silent cry of help, “he’s just being dramatic. Lyney pull yourself together,” she scolds, carefully slicing through the cake with a fork, “you’re making Freminent worry.”

“Oh my dearest little brother! I had no idea, please forgive me for causing you grief!” Lyney monologues, in a manner not very different to how Lady Furina would deliver speeches, “but this is a matter of utmost importance, I’m really in a pickle.”

“Lynette, maybe…” Freminent begins, watching as his sister’s tail flicks, “hm? Oh alright,” she says in an exasperated voice, “Lyney, use your words. What. Is. It?”

“I,” Lyney begins, delighted to have an audience, “have a problem!”

“I’m delighted to know that you have gained self-awareness,” Lynette replies dryly, reaching for another slice of cake, Freminent watches her and knows that a scolding from Lyney is imminent, but keeps his mouth shut.

“Oh Lynette, how could you be so cold to your dear brother?” Lyney continues to complain, he rests his cheek on the cushion and sighs.

“Are you going to talk about your problem or not?”

“All in due time, there’s no need to be impatient,” Lyney retorts, Freminent blinks, clutching Pers a little tighter as he gets comfortable.

“See, it goes a little like this,” Lyney begins wistfully, “I’ve been experiencing something quite phenomenal you see,” he says, eye turning round, “my hands have been sweating a lot, and it’s like my heart is about to go–” Lyney snaps his fingers and miraculously, a shower of blue coloured butterflies erupt from his fingertips.

“Like that!” He waves his hands.

Freminet nods, “I see,” he says, absorbing himself in the storytelling.

“Just get on with it,” Lynette says, delicately pouring herself another cup of tea, her ears pricked in a very satisfied manner.

“Well!” Lyney continues unoffended, “my brain has also been going fuzzy and I’m finding it hard to focus…no matter what happens, I just keep thinking about the same thing. But sometimes I’m giddy and all mushy like–”

“Please don’t,” Lynette interrupts, “it’ll be a hassle to clean up later.”

“Oh just this once, please Lynette, please?”

Lynette sighs, “fine.” She says, with unamused eyes.

Lyney grins and melts himself onto the couch, “I’m melting like sugar, or one of those chocolates that dissolve in your mouth!” He proclaims, and throws a sweet at Freminet who catches it, “Caramel Melts; nothing like a melt to give you a little help,” he says slowly, reading the cursive print on the wrapper.

“Where did you get this from?” Freminet asks curiously.

“Unimportant,” Lyney says dismissively, “I’ll get you some more if you like them though, but anyways, all of the symptoms listed above,” Lyney unravels a scroll and unrolls it with a flourish.

Freminet should be used to Lyney’s tricks by now, but he’s still amazed at the fountain pen that begins writing by itself, “sweaty hands, strange emotions; mushiness, unreasonable amounts of joy…” he stops reading.

“All of these,” Lyney points at the scroll, “are what I believe are symptoms of…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“That’s right! These are none other than…signs of heart stroke!” Lyney says proudly.

There is a long, fat silence.

The floor is very interesting, Freminet decides, and these shoes have a spectacular shine, I should really polish them some more, he thinks to himself.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, breaking the heavy silence, “you’re not going through heart stroke.”

Thank archons, Lynette is here! Freminet doesn’t think he’d have the courage to say that to Lyney’s face, in a manner that wouldn’t make Lyney even more melodramatic.

“What!? Then what is it?” Lyney asks, rising from the clutches of the plush couch for the first time.

“My diagnosis is…” Lynette pauses for dramatic effect, and Freminet swears Pers is listening attentively too.

They all hold their breaths.

“You’re in love, Lyney.” Lynette announces, taking a long sip of her tea. Freminet’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t compare to the heavy thud he hears and the long, loud shriek of, “WHAT?!” That echoes well and truly wonderfully throughout Hotel Bouffes d'ete. From then on, the urban legends of Fontaine often speculated about a most inhuman ghoul or perhaps, troll that was being kept hidden in the Hotel basement.

Not that such rumours could ever be proven.

“Let them imagine,” Lynette would say, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “a little shock has never hurt anyone,” she glances at Lyney, who’s been sitting on his chair with a stunned expression on his face. Indeed, Lynette helps herself to a macaroon, perhaps the next step is to give Lyney a little push, after all, a gentle nudge has never hurt anyone either.

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