Meant to be

The moon is in the perfect spot just in time for the Fate Immortal's last strike for the day. It illuminates the dancing vines of the westerias, the wind seems to be so happy to clash the blue and violet trees around. It's almost the perfect day for someone to be in-love. After the last shot of his arrows, he will be meeting his brother and accompany him for who knows what. His brother is the most cunning god in all the realms, well, he is for him. He must be on to something evil again. He don't know why he's still in a good relationship with him, knowing how polar opposites they are, but it must have been decided by Heavenly Immortal. The white gazebo in which he sit is the best place to work, maybe his favorite place in the whole palace. The sampaguitas smells divine as he places the two arrows connected by a red string on his bow. The golden glow of his bow was just as majestic as the god holding it. Fate Immortal is a god through and through. He is the most striking god around the realms and all of history as they say. His flowing white, long hair over his crown dashes every time he walks. His dark eyebrows and long eye lashes that encapsulates his youthful brown eyes are the first things people, mortal and immortal, notice. His simple nose, his sculpted lips, and flawless skin are just some of his assets gods envy. Although his smile has been hard to capture these past few years, his cold demeanor somehow adds to the mysteriousness goddesses love about him. He wears a gold tuxedo and pants, almost too shiny to look upon. A modern take from an old traditional fit around thousand years ago. Heaven is not an exception. Change has been implemented around the realms just like in the mortal world. Somehow, the gods has been living more and more beautifully as the years passes by. He clutches his bow with grace, aiming his love arrows upwards as if targeting the moon above. The red thread sways effortlessly together with the wind. He sets his sharp brown eyes upwards, pulling the arrows toward him solidly as to strike it faraway. He takes a deep breath, ready to let go of the two arrows. "Brother!" He felt him before he talked. His brother quickly grips his right hand, stopping the two arrows to fly to the mortal world. Bad omen, he thought. The God of Mischief smiles at him, perky and playful. Annoyed and a perfect shot missed, he smiled but shakes his brother's hand away. "Shhh." His brother let go, almost sorry, and sits to the nearest chair. Fate Immortal reestablishes his posture, aims again at the moon. He says a little prayer as he always does. A little longer for this one. He let go and a thud is heard by the two gods as they watched the two arrows fly away, two living entities that has a destination to go towards. Both have a red string that elongates. Both have different places to shoot through, two beautiful souls, two beautiful lives. He hears his brother let out a chuckle, he doesn't know why. Fate Immortal doesn't know the knots his brother made on the red string. Surely, he doesn't know what will happen as the only thing he's expert about is his life's work. Fate.