You can run...
Who: Moros and Ker Where: Greece When: A long while ago Summary: A mortal tries to escape Moros. Moros and Ker hunt him down to show him that fate is inescapable. Rating: NC17 Incomplete
So. Someone thought they could out run and escape him.
Moros looked at the man who was trying to hide from him, running to the ends of the world to escape his ultimate fate through the crystal clear and perfectly smooth water in his seeing pond. The Fates worked tirelessly behind him, snipping threads and pulling new ones as humans were born and died. The god's threads hung on the wall, golden and impervious to the Fate's cutting knife. But not to his.
He'd never used his knife before, but for this man, this simple little mortal, he would be more than happy to test its sharpness on this one's thread. "Lakhesis," he called out. The old brittle woman looked up and frowned over at him. "I want his."
Lakhesis looked down at the pool and smiled viciously. Without a word, she plucked out a thread and handed it to Moros. Oh he wasn't going to cut this one's thread just yet. He was going to have a little fun first and he knew exactly who would appreciate a little diversion.
Appearing at Ker's temple, he stepped inside, looking for his sister. "Ker?" he called out, the thread pulsing in his hand with living energy. She was going to enjoy this. "Are you home?"