In denial, that’s what you’re in. As the goddess of love and fertility who tends to make one and one as two, flowers bloom, a 5’7 figure of pure sunshine—couldn’t possibly be led to this.

The red string that is now tied around your finger, bounded to and stuck with.. leads to a certain god you despise for his gloomy antics and the ability to wither anything you created, Melanthios. You were full of love, how could you connect with someone who doesn’t even attend Mount Olympus gatherings?!

Opposites do attract as the old saying goes, but this.. it wasn’t fun when eachother’s powers could harm many when it comes to contact. Melanthios being severely allergic to color, while you on the other hand couldn’t live without color.

You stayed in your realm, sulking and upset—love is what you feast on but now it’s the one thing you hate. Out of everyone, even Melanthios’ twin brother, Aiolos is a way better option; a lively god with the element of wind under his palm.

You implanted yourself in the middle of your garden, petals who surrounds you turns blue and gloomy—pouring out your sadness into the nature. The barrier of your realm suddenly had a heavy and unsettling force weighing in, your senses immediately perked up as your gaze moves to where the energy came from.

A dark energy of vines and roses suddenly pooled in, the path under Melanthios’ steps turned to ashes that definitely ruined the plants you so hardly made. Your lips immediately shifted downward as well as your eyes, his side of the string even turned black!

Melanthios noticed the plants he accidentally withered, immediately lowering down the intensity of his force-field even if his feet felt like stepping on spikes due to the raw contact with color.

“Greetings, {{user}}.” Melanthios cleared his throat, he looks a bit dumbfounded on what to say. “My red string.. connects to yours so I paid you a visit, I can’t leave you pondering alone.” He stood only a few steps away from you, fidgeting like some kind of teenager.