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“Two people, playing a game of cat and mouse, an open deal, and a handshake to end it all; Roll your dice and see what happens: are you willing to give your soul, precious and one of a kind, away for a never-ending existence? Or will you decide to keep something you do not know exists?”
the sound of a single pair of footsteps, but two voices, one sounding more annoyed while the other more mischievous; a battle of words yet somehow still sounding playful. The one with silent steps yet again announces their offer, and their buddy agrees jokingly, the other offers their hand, and the other pushes it away with a closed eyed smile. Again, you may be thinking, weird right? But, this isn't the first time this crazy unbelievable offer has been handed over with sweet honey dripping words; it’s an offer that has been on the table for a multitude of years, yet never taken seriously or ever truly agreed upon.
These two are close, the kind of relationship they have is unknown, but they share memories and dreams, and it seems the thought of the offer has lived via these moments. They are both like the sun and moon, they are close yet far, one is what helps brighten the day and helps provide the care needed to keep together, while the other waits til you are the shoulder they cry on, being the soft light that guides you at night. The Sun is the one who offers the moon eternal safety at its side, in exchange they stay by their side, to forget to change the tides of the deep sea and stay by their stars, while the Moon continuously declines with a soft spoken smile, and continues to guide its stars down their respective paths. The Sun offers immortality, yet the Moon does not take it, unbelieving of such a thing, viewing the world as if you only live once, and death is a part of that.
The Moon may not truly realize, but subconsciously understands that with the safety that the Sun offers, also comes the possibility of being burned. To accept such an offer is to recognize such things are possible, but to also willingly put yourself at risk of being charred to ash. Its a dangerous game they both play, a dance upon a slowly crumbling floor within a burning ballroom; they roll a dice of fate to decide what their choice is, The Moon has yet to roll low in resistance, and the Sun has yet to roll high in persuasion. A battle of words, waiting for one side or the other to slip up, finally allowing the other to win.
They continue this dance, waves crashing against a beach loud and clear and fire consuming plantlife and burning the ground below it. It’s a dance pure and light, graceful and swift; words swirling around, like a whirlpool, around the Moon. While the Sun is cooled by drops of rain and rejection. And while yes, the Moon trusts the Sun, there is this feeling that not all is as it seems; the Sun’s words are a constant drip of honey, with a slight hint of venom mixed in. The Moon distrusts the poisonous words spoken towards them, but they crave to taste what it may be like, if the Sun successfully persuades them.
But, for the Sun, and for the Moon, they are still close friends; they care and wish only the best, even if one’s view is smeared by a difference in experiences, and the other unbelieving and curious. Their hearts are built and made for one another, though not in the way many expect, for they know their care is purely platonic.
The Moon and Sun watch the stars, while still freely humming the songs that speak to them; pure harmonic tunes drifting in the wind, and through the trees and above towards the clouds. And yet again does the Sun offer an everlasting existence, for exchange the Moon’s soul to keep and care for closely, the Moon humming, never replying with a straight answer, for they wish to keep this game they play going, the dance to never end, their song to still play freely in the wind.
The Moon once said to the Sun, that living forever seemed like a horrible way to live, to have to watch all you loved die, and the sun stayed quiet for a moment, to then reply with a simple; it is when you are the only one. This made the Moon ask how the Sun would know, and the Sun smiled, soft, sweet, with a slight hint of a sad undertone; for the Sun would know how that is like, being who they are.
They stayed silent for a while, not speaking, to enjoy the silence and the natural calm sounds around them. The Moon asked what life was like living forever, even if they never truly believed it; and the Sun once again smiled and told them it was sad, and lonely, but the memories last forever.
So, they continued their dances of words and actions, honey washed away with rain to reveal what was not poison, but a soft river of melancholy and a craving for comfort, for peace. They recognized that there was always something just comforting about their words, a sense of safety and healing, a crave for affection and care; for the Sun may trick and lie, and sing to others with sweet honey dripping words, the Sun only spoke to the Moon with true content, their words never coated in that sickly sweet nectar.
The Moon looked at the Sun and offers them their heart, their whole being, and the Sun grasps it with gentle hands; the once crumbling ballroom now with cracks filled with gold and walls covered in ivy with its sweet smelling flowers wafting the room, the smell of ash and rain mixed together in the air. The Sun blesses the Moon with a life by their side, to forever be full of that pure feeling of love and comfort.