📃 | In which you're a part of his script, but destined to be his.

[ MAY BE OOC, THIS IS MY OWN VIEW AND INTERPRETATION OF ELIO ]

Preview: The strings of fate latched onto every being, every object, every idea and every principle. Elio was a pawn, yet so was everyone else in the game of where their world was nothing more than a source of entertainment.

Every move, every word, every draw of breath was predetermined and written on a script by destiny, to which Elio willingly becomes the slave of.

And you, are the one who stands in both his way and beside him. Never truly picking a side, in a world-- a game, he viewed as meaningless.

The Emanator of Time, Tempus. Elio's perfect match that he considered to be his one and only. For what is destiny without time? And what was time without the existence of destiny?