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And no one alive - bar Jod and his fucked up fists and gestures - has ever seen Pyrrha's.
Every time I remember that Pyrrha has never seen Palamedes’s face I suddenly want to jump into a trash compactor.
Wesper [Wylan x Jesper] - Six of Crows - Sun & Moon Fanfic
Let me tell you a tale.
Once upon a time, a million of years ago, there were beings that graced the sky. Humans on earth named them Sun and Moon. They graced the sky along with the stars. When the Sun disappeared, the Moon took its place; the Sun did the same when the Moon left.
But the two never met.
And so, humans, ever the romantics, tried to spin tales of them. The Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. The Sun chased the Moon after discovering the Moon had cut all her hair. The Sun is our father, and the Moon is our grandmother.
I’d like to tell you my own tale of their love.
In the beginning, they graced the sky, only the two of them. The Moon was bigger then, as big as the Sun today, and the Sun shone brighter. The Sun graced the Moon with its shine, brighter than anything the Moon had ever seen. They slowly fell in love, and graced each other with presents; Moon gave Sun parts of itself, which humans called planets and asteroids and meteors and comets, and Sun gave Moon trillions upon trillions of pieces of its shine, which humans called stars.
The Moon became inferior, giving nearly everything to his love, while the Sun gave him so much more and yet seemed to never cede. And the Moon caved in, turning away from his love at times, showing us his dark side, sometimes disappearing from the sky completely. And yet, every time he returned, the Sun loved him still, and shone on him even stronger than before, although the Moon was weak and betraying.
Now, you may be wondering where I got the ideas from.
It’s quite simple:
I am the Moon, and Wylan is the Sun.
He shines brighter than I ever could, and he gives me so much. He gives me his time, his laughter, his voice, his smiles. He makes me feel like I haven’t been such a terrible person, and makes me forget how it ends every time.
And yet I turn away. I run out into the streets looking for a high. I place bets I can’t fulfill. I gamble my money away and shoot recklessly and I forget about him, while he stares out our windows and cries because he knows exactly why I haven’t come back home yet.
The thing that the myths don’t include is that the Sun has an end too. He can stop loving the Moon because he’s given so much and it’s never returned. He can stop loving the Moon because he knows he will never stop having problems, and maybe I can’t fix you after all. He can stop loving the Moon because the Moon has changed, and not in a good way; he is no longer what the Sun fell in love with. He can stop loving the Moon because he sleeps around and spends all his money.
And he did.
When I check his Instagram, I am graced with pictures of him smiling with another man, kissing another man, holding hands with another man. And I am glad. He deserves someone better than me, anyone that is not me because he was right.
How can he fix me if I can’t fix mysellf?
- I don't write a lot of fanfic. Or any, really. But I had this great idea, so I applied it. The fic is from Jesper's point of view, as you can probably guess. This is a very rough draft. The plan is to rewrite it in a few months to see how much I've improved.