𝒟𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶

“May a black cat cross my path soon, then,” she teases, quirking an eyebrow. Nemesis places the acorn in her pocket before placing both hands on hips, staring incredulously up at Tyche. “Are you going down or am I going up?”

Catches the latest acorn in one hand, staring up at Fortune perched on high. “Greetings. Were you curious about what birds see?”

She shivers as air breezes across her ear. Tyche is ever the menace—many things change but there is comfort that some remain the same. “We may never truly know the answer.” Nemesis scoffs. “You tire of being the best thing that happens to everyone you meet, hm?”

Nemesis pretends to almost drop Fortune—faking it out for a mere second before promptly catching and steadying the goddess. “Careful, you almost fell,” she jests. “I think many misunderstand me with their assumptions that I relish my duties at all times. That is all.”

i shall be taking your word for it, dear tyche. i’m quite well on this day, and may i ask you the same in return?

“I would think you would be swimming in an overabundance of 𝙛𝙪𝙣.” She pauses on the riverbank, onyx lips quirking into a menial smirk. “Oh Kind Kismet, it is you who takes the stage in our relationship. I am content to watch.”

May moonlight guide you, Lady Fortune ~

ah——my brother is rather unpredictable. i would not speak too soon, dear.

i give him a few minutes.

abundance of it.” A smirk pulls at the corner of her dark lips. “Do not let me discourage you from keeping testing, but you may not like your results.”

“See? The moonlight is lovely and nighttime is incredibly enjoyable.” Nem gestures to Tyche’s twirling as if it were evidence of her claim.

⠀ ⠀ ‟ i made you 𝒈𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 it was ⠀ 𝑨𝗟𝗟 i knew ——— how to do ⠀