Fate looked up at the dorm building and smirked. His face hid in the darkness of his hood of his jacket. His skin tight ripped jeans tucked into his tall black combat boots. Standing in the middle of the park that those two had met at tonight he looked inconspicuous, just like another young adult loitering out past midnight.
There was “The moment he saw my string was the moment things got interesting…”
“Why these five strings Heart? Hmm? What does changing the lives of these five people mean to me?”
He frowned, thinking of how strong a person needed to be able to handle five people’s fate, not including their own.
How powerful someone needed to be to perceive a world they shouldn’t be able to see with their human eyes.
‘The world tied people together in such a mysterious way. And if Fate didn’t cut the wrong ones and put the right ones on, one could grow too attached to what was wrong for them. But every person had many threads that tied them to their loved ones and the moment you added a new thread you were adding many other possibilities, many more chances for new threads to be created and new long-term relationships to be formed. And in one night he had attached five to one person because he had been intrigued, intrigued that this person who Mara had targeted had seen the strings.’
‘How did he see the dang threads? And how had they glowed and even cooperated for Heart better than they did for him?!’
“But still all five black fated threads?”
“I shouldn’t have tied all five strings to him that night, but after all my years doing this after millenniums of time I have never seen strings pick someone for themselves so strongly. If I didn’t put them on him I feel like they would have tied themselves there.’
‘In a way, this works.’ He thought.
‘I might just have to continue watching to see how this sorts itself out, just what outcome it will lead to.”
‘Love is messy, after all… what’s the worst that can happen?’ He reminded himself.
‘If their strings turn black like they were going to. I can just cut and untie them from that kid and find a fresh beginning for them, no harm done. Let’s let them have their fun for a while shall we.’
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“Besides, this will be amusing.” He chuckled.
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“Thanks, Frank.” He picked up the frog which had been the catalyst to the two of them meeting.
“I thought I told you no skin contact though? The boy is practically terrified of you guys.”
Frank croaked again a soft sort of sound that sounded like he was chuckling.
“Yes, I know he is so pretty you just wanted to feel. But we have to respect these human’s decisions. Next time I say no touching his skin I mean no touching his skin. You almost gave High a heart attack.”
“Oh, Fate playing with people like they are toys again are we?” A soft, deep baritone quipped into the night’s stillness.
Fate turned the wind ruffled his hair across his beautiful velvety golden eyes as he did so.
Frank hopped out of Fate’s hands and into the water. As he left Fate sensed his fear.
“I’m afraid if you kiss that it will still just be a frog. But I can be your prince anytime you like.”
Mara stood across the park just out of reach of the street lamp. His wicked grin glinting in the refracted light.
Mara stepped forward a long, creamy taupe slender leg shimmered seductively in the lights.
Her beautiful, seductive dark brown eyes glinted prettily in her sharp cheeks and pretty little nose. Her hair was a short pixie cut that accentuated her petite body and frame. She stood there glowing, as if she were sucking every piece of light towards herself and refracting it back out, drawing all attention to her beauty and grace. Her lithe seductive stance, she exuded power and looked as if she were coming from a gala with a queen not on a stroll in a college campus garden.
The long flowing red gown flicked around his ankles, the sinfully long part exposing the ripe pretty flesh below it as each step caused it to ooze around him like dancing flames. With each step forward the god’s long dress morphed itself into a red pants suit; the plunging v line that had threatened to expose the voluptuous oversized chest now was the front of the cherry red blazer over the top of his exposed chest. A long silken black scarf fluttered in the breeze, the gentle material caressing his skin greedily his previously feminine legs plumped out with muscle fighting the pants for space. And his stunning feminine face twisting and changing, if a human could see the transformation they would become physically enslaved for watching the god of death change form was like allowing one’s soul to give in to temptation.
“Mara.” Fate said icily. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, if you call my name so sweetly, and think of me so. How can I not come see my little red blossom?” Mara purred.
“Out tricking humans into handing over their strings again?”
“Me?”
“Nonsense, would I ever do something so ludicrous.” Mara touched his scarf stroking it across his skin. Fate observed his movement as his fingertips glided the silk across his skin seductively.
“They give it to me of their own accord, there is nothing wrong with that. It’s all very by the books my dear. No unfair play here.” He said, blinking innocently.
Fate scoffed.
“That is not by the books.”
“Well, I am as by the books as you are, darling. I saw what you did there with the strings there.”
“I did nothing with the strings.” Fate stated calmly.
Mara smirked and stepped forward, taking the silken scarf from around his throat, he took the fabric and slithered it across Fate’s bare chest.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take me up on my suggestion, darling?” Mara purred.
Fate closed his eyes and enjoyed the energy that Mara exuded on him.
“Using so much power on me, aren’t you wasting too much power? Don’t you want to save some of that for your next victim?”
“I am using it on my next victim, though.” Mara giggled gently and leaned forward and placed his lips on Fate’s.
Fate stared at him, Mara smirked, and wiggled an eyebrow before pulling away from the kiss. He ran his fingertips over Fate’s lips gently.
“I can never be your victim.” Fate said gruffly grabbing the scarf and pulling it from Mara’s hand before smirking and shoving it down his empty chest area.
“And cover up, you are leaving so little to the imagination.”
Mara pouted, then smiled delectably, his skin glittering with beauty in the light.
“I don’t want it, what’s the point of having these beautiful forms here on earth if we don’t share them with others. How can you be so cruel?”
“Don’t you want to play with me?”
“I am so bored.”
“I have better things to do than play with you Mara, go find someone else to tempt. You know your tricks don’t work on me.” fate stated and walked off. The air swallowed him up and in a blink of an eye later the other man who had been shining like a diamond, the very air screaming look at me he disappeared too.
If anyone had been looking they would have seen both men there one minute and then gone the next.
