#cod boy au

And Aphrodite started sending him dreams that night.

It started with the lovers, as tales most often do with Aphrodite involved. Or, more accurately, it started with the Fool. He walks alone in a desert, a place where life refused to grow, a place only loved by the heat and the sun, and he loves it. He loved so strongly that his blood bloomed plants and opportunity, spilt by those who wanted to seize the desert from him. But despite the cuts and thorns spilt from his love, the desert is not one to love back.

He falls, one night, down the mountain he’s settled himself on, and he lies hung on stone. The desert will fall without his protection, and his enemies will be happy to tear the beautiful place to pieces.

But instead, the Moon is the one who decides to love.

And he then knows it’s not his blood that the desert wants.

His skin tints silver with the Moon’s light, his eyes turn red as they restore him with magic in his veins and a gentle craving for the hearts of those who have wronged him.

Somewhere along the line, between magma and gunpowder, he starts dedicating the blood spilt to the Moon instead of the land kissed by the sun.

And when he’s finally killed, because there was no way for him to go peacefully, the Moon brings him up so they’re together forever.

He knows that the story’s told with rose tinted glasses, and that if it were told by any other deity, it’d be a story of blood and villainy rather than one of devotion, even more so when looking at the tarot meanings. But, well, he is a love wizard. Maybe he can spin the story a third time, with a happier resolution.