Venus Rising

[dite_dot_com]

Aphrodite began to glow... not the usual pale pink, but a bright, blinding white, No longer Aphrodite Pandemos, but instead Aphrodite Ouranos, the Sky Borne, The Heavenly One, The Queen of the Mountain. No longer common love, she is her purest form

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[moirae_dot_com]

Lakhesis felt the change immediately. In the sanctuary of the Temple of Fate, she glowed. While she was not a part of Aphrodite Ouranos, she was in her way. She watched the threads on the loom twisting and turning, and played the loom like a harp; for now, Love would save the day, and shift things back into balance. Anchored by her work, Love flowed into every life, just a tiny bit.

Klotho disappeared from Harmonia's temple without fanfare or a word of goodbye. She was driven to Aphrodite Ouranos, to Atropos, to her sister-selves, without choice. She appeared on the street, glowing pale, pale pink, her modernity melted away as she came to herself in the dress of the Ancient Times. She stood before the Goddess in silence and reverence, whatever differences of before forgotten for the moment in honor of who They Were and who She Was to Them.

As Phobos descended, she broke his fall by her will, suspending his body gently above the ground without conscious thought or intent.

She, too, had felt the Chaos, had drawn from it; it had affected her. But her power was creation, and beginning, and inspiration - and in the light of Love and Wisdom, she shone and gave all she could.

[deimos_dot_com]

He feels something snap as his brother is taken from him. His anger grows at the severing of power, his rage is amplified as he feels people where ever he's touching become filled with her power.

He's losing it. He's losing it all.
And he can do nothing about it.

Bos is in pain. He's not in pain. He never feels pain at the end. He feels anger.

He stands with his arms crossed in front of him, waiting for whatever may come next.

[moirae_dot_com]

Klotho feels the snap, but the saturation of love and wisdom prevents the fear that would have normally followed. She turns to look at Deimos, eyes glowing pure and sweet, and sees clearly - sees all she's forgotten, a club, a roll, a park, a dead boy. She's seen this face before, but now, it doesn't traumatize her. Now, it breaks her heart, and she knows and understands. That was love, too.

She wanted to reach out - she wanted to reach out to both of them. Something deep within her suggested that perhaps she shouldn't, but she didn't know if she could stop. She tried to hold it in, and waited, waited, waited...

[dite_dot_com]

Clear eyes, a pale ocean blue, beheld Her middle son in her gaze, her smile soft and understanding, her hand still reaching for him. She spoke to him, but said nothing, again the words floating straight to his sub-conscious.

I love you, Deimos. Come to me now, for you will have time again soon enough to feel your fury.

[deimos_dot_com]

Reluctantly he lets go of the rage, lets go of everything and goes to his mother.

[dite_dot_com]

She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close, the sweet, gentle understanding and caring practically overwhelming, the same tendrils of Love that caressed his twin flitting around his own mind.
He did well... and there would be more. But not now.. it wasn't time.

[moirae_dot_com]

Klotho stood before the love goddess who was her sister and somehow herself, and trembled. Her own creative force combined with the wisdom and love of what stood before her was overwhelming her. The Chaotic flow still ran through her, but this pervasive sense of peace and calm was shaking her to her core.

She felt the love - but love was as dynamic as she, as wild as she, as willful as she... but not this love. This love was the love of endings, of eternity, of order.

And her heart swelled in her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes as she came to see all that she would lose on the path where she dared to tread. The knowledge of what must be done, and what would be done, filled her with such terrible sadness and anger, all of which cried out against the all-encompassing love that she felt.

[dite_dot_com]

the Sky Borne reached for Clotho, pressing lips to brow.

There is no need for tears, Weaver. Al beginnings come from the end of other beginnings. Chaos comesfrom the order made of previous chaos. What will be will be because it needs to be. You will find your place. And you will see.

Aphrodite lifted her lips from the Spinner's cool skin, and stepped back, closing her eyes, and seperating her essense from that of her sister-Fate, becoming two white clad figures, where one was.

I shall take my children now.

[moirae_dot_com]

Klotho held Ouranos for just a moment, finding comfort for the small time before the storm broke.

As Aphrodite separated from Atropos, Clotho felt the love leave her, and was left looking at her sister.

Atropos, however, was looking at Aphrodite, at whom she nodded.

"It's time."

She turned her gaze on Clotho, who was still trembling just slightly. After a silent moment, and the slightest of nods, the Crone disappeared in a shower of white light.

Clotho's glow subsided, and she took a step toward Dite, hand extended, but knew that the boys would be all right, and that things were where they needed to be. She dropped her hand and said softly,

"Will they be back?"

[dite_dot_com]

not at all sure what Clotho thought she might be doing to her sons that they might not come back, she just nodded slowly.

Before you have time to miss them. They need rest.

With that, both boys were lifted lightly, and all three of them grew brighter, before scattering on the wind.