Erased - Written in Colors - Chapter 9
Enjoy a story of goddess falling for someone who is out of reach until their paths cross again. All she ever wanted is to help and defy the puppeteer behind it all just to meet an end... But what is death for a goddess if another start?
Music choice from this part: Bottom of the deep blue sea - MISSIO
Or open a full playlist that I was listening to on Spotify - here
Warnings: bad humor, mentions of death, violence, a bit of Raf myths (I am not sure if all of them got in or not)
You could obey and stay. He will find you one way or another.
You opened the door, only to lean on your car, watching him cross the sea of people between you. Eyes watchful — the warning gone, replaced by something more mischievous, playful.
“You are quite a slippery little fishie, Miss Writer.” His eyes landed on the driver’s seat, then back at you.
You stayed. That should at least make this… ordeal look a bit more amiable.
“Too much noise and people for my liking. I usually slip away.”
Such an eel you were, following the fish logic.
Wait a minute — slippery fish, slippery fish, swimming in the water… Will you get eaten? You crossed your arms, debating with yourself what kind of creature would eat you, slippery fish that you were. It was a distraction — your mind trying to ease the anxiety.
Until you felt him leaning, one hand on the doors, the other one on the side of you — caging you in.
“Why don’t we go for a spin, (y/n)?” he mused “To a nicer place. I’m driving.”
It wasn’t a question — it was more of a command. You were not a fish to obey a sea god, but a scene in the Zone might not be worth it. You handed him the keys. There went the option you had for leaving — for now.
The drive was quiet. Almost eerie. You moved from the city lights to a more tranquil place with less illumination. You stirred, seeing the familiar shine of the moon on the sea’s surface. It didn’t help that he was glancing at you now and then, your lack of reaction making him question his approach — or at least that is what the chaos told you.
The breeze sent chills down your spine, the wind soothing the nervousness that made you feel almost dizzy.
There was a silence that followed you until you reached the sandy beach. You realized a few things: not every outfit is made for the beach — movies lie. You were in the middle of nowhere, on a gods-forsaken beach near the treacherous waters that were more his domain than anything else. You might be running out of options and choices.
You looked at him. No smile on his lips, concentration you can only imagine on his face when painting. Dangerous as he was — and he was; you’d seen it in the past, the snippets of memories enough to support it — he was really something else up close. You would almost find it funny if you weren’t the one thinking this now — of all the times you could have chosen to dwell on beauty.
“Sooo, Miss Writer,” he turned his head at you, leading you in the direction of water. You wouldn’t make an appealing water demon… there was one born from drowned women, but the name just slipped your mind.
You hummed, letting him know you were listening.
“I didn’t expect you to visit dangerous places. What were you doing there?” he started softly. You could feel he was determined — the look in his eyes contradicting the tone of his voice.
“Well,” you sighed, suddenly feeling a bit out of place. All things considered, you didn’t expect ending up here. “I was looking for information.” You sent him a short look and stopped in your tracks. This would be a long night. You took your shoes off and decided you might as well feel the sand and the water under your feet. Grounding yourself felt right.
“Ever. And a certain person.”
“So I heard. Asking around about me — and Miss Hunter as well.” His voice turned stern. “What for? I know I am interesting, but looking at a black market? Miss Writer, you could have asked.”
A small smile bloomed on your lips. “A second-hand opinion is as important… And well, I think both of you are connected to Ever.”
“We’re not. I can assure you.” You felt the lie — but decided to ignore it.
You bit your lip, chewing for a second.
“ You are. And not fully free from it yet.”
He scoffed, lips pursed, but it was far from the playful kind.
So you decided to continue. “An aether core owner and a god of tides — gods like to play games with all equally.” You tried to keep your voice neutral when he stopped, the look from N109 returning to his face.
“Now, that is interesting statement”
Your hands shot up in defence.
“And who are you in this game?”
You stepped back — ironically moving deeper into the water.
Chaos bubbling until it bursts, the way it always does.
“I don’t know…” hurt shining through your voice. “I really don’t.“
You shook your head, trying to shake off the hurt and the thoughts storming in.
“I am like you — but not exactly. I think.”
You took a deep breath, noticing how a rather mocking look graced his face.
Little things you remembered, little things to validate that you knew him, that you knew her — but they were oblivious to your existence.
You were similar. A goddess. Someone now entangled in the game you wanted to stop — before it got out of hand.
It was chaotic, the way you spat out the words, one after another, jumping from one thought to a completely unrelated one.
“Every splash of color created by accident. The hue of water when algaes bloomed out of season, when the breeze eased the burn of cuts.
The small things — the things you would consider just accidents, or peculiar.
“I was in all of them. I could not reach out — a god was stopping all from directly intervening. I tried. And the god behind it kept pushing, over and over. What you sometimes perceive… isn’t truly yours..”
Your nails bit into the skin of your palm, your voice growing more emotional with every sentence.
You stopped, looking at him.You didn’t want to overwhelm him more than he already was. You knew you were intense like that; you might not have made sense, but you had to say it.
“I was… am as devoted to you as one can be, if not more. Even if my place is not between the followers, but opposite them. If you wish, you can consider me an aide. A sympathetic… god. I will never bring harm intentionally. I will never break my own vow.“ Vow.
Did you make one? With who? when?
The memories blurred, showing you nothing but darkness as the chaos subdued. As violently as it started, it stopped — leaving you in front of Rafayel.
His eyes wide. His hand trembling slightly.
He was deep in thoughts once you stopped rambling, looking at you over and over — deciding if you were just crazy, or really someone… someone who could understand.
“I am a lot,” you said with a big sigh.
“I enjoy the challenge,” he whispered — more to himself than you. “Well, little godling, let’s get back.“
He turned and walked back to the car,leaving you standing there, the water gently caressed your skin.
The way back was, once again, quiet.
There was chaos in his mind that you could feel, too many things to lay them down. You could simply offer him help, and tell him you will continue searching.
You didn’t say anything. Let him go over it alone. This is the only way really.
What to do?
You could simply offer him help.
You don't say anything. Let him go over it alone.
Remaining time: 4 hours 38 minutes
A shorter poll this time, and as polls have word limit in answers well, the answers are in bold and poll correlates with them ;)
