AN: I have risen, ladies and gentleman, with better spelling and grammar!

Somewhere, in the distant night, two beings came to talk. A silver disc and a glowing fire, circling one another in an eternal dance of seasons. They usually liked to keep to themselves, devising their own machinations, blossoming their own ideas into fruition, however - for the first time in many a year - their paths collided. Not through orbit, not through conflict, but through their children.

"Hello, Manny," she whispered lovingly. The old man could only hum in contentment.

"Good morn to you, your radiance," he replied with a twinkle.

The light shared between them shone brighter than before, a warmth permeated from its glow. Even the stars seemed to burn with renewed vigour as the two immortal allies came to face each other once again.

"It seems our offspring have become entangled, in more ways than one," the Man on the Moon observed, with a hint of pride. Sunny turned her attention to the pair, who were resting under the shade of a willow tree. The two young friends, the pale boy and the blonde girl, were lying side by side, their fingers lacing ever so slightly together in a faint embrace.

"Indeed they have," she sighed.

They looked peaceful, and Manny could only sigh as the conversation turned dreary.

The unspoken truth was left for Sunny to breach.

"This union is doomed to part," she said. Manny remained quiet. It was not a contemplative quiet, more a solemn one, or as solemn as a being like him could be. "They are opposites, as far apart as could be, and if their nature does not separate them, time surely will."

"I know." So much said, so much confessed, in so little.

"And?" Sunny asked expectantly. Manny sat in resignation.

"What more do you wish of me?" he replied. "You would want to see me separate them?"

"It is inevitable," Sunny explained. "You would be saving them from a great pain."

"They have done that themselves," Manny retorted. "Look at them. She is no longer bound to a prison. He is no longer bound to solitude."

"But it is a temporary freedom," Sunny pointed out. "The pain that they shall both suffer later-"

"Will be as bad as the pain they shall suffer without one another," Manny replied. "To refuse oneself of pleasure, simply for the fact that it is finite, is a torturous way of life."

"Jack is an immortal; surely he is used to the responsibilities that carries?"

"He is young," Manny said solemnly. "He will forever be young, and vulnerable, because of my devices."

Sunny tried wrapping her glow around her pale companion, but he rejected it for the moment.

"He is needed yet for the greater task," he explained. "His existence is necessary. This was not his choice. I made him this way. At least allow me to make it up to him, even if that reprieve must end."

The sun paused in reflection, halting its ministrations, pondering over the Man on the Moon's words.

"What of the girl, then?" she asked. The moon did not reply, instead waited. Sunny sighed and rephrased her question. "And what of Rapunzel's fate?"

Manny seemed to be satisfied, as he resumed this conversation.

"If my plans come through successfully, a new immortal will be needed..."

Sunny seemed to pause.

"Are you sure that could happen? The balance-"

"Would right itself eventually."

"But why risk it?" Sunny asked. "For these two?"

Manny thought carefully about his next few words.

"Because of love."

"Love fades," Sunny argued. Manny's light reflected warmly from his surface.

"Not true love," Manny replied knowingly. "Not really."

The sun glowed appreciatively, bathing the two celestials in warmth.

"You always had a way with words," the burning star whispered lovingly.

"Yet I will never compare to your natural pull."

Within the starry night, the two immortal entities conversed whilst they could, until the morning came. And whilst they danced, a couple of tiny beings nestled closer to each other, under the cover of sleep. The lovers stayed together, amidst the sea of dark and comfort.

AN: In all honesty, I'm not entirely sure if this story is going to be finished or not, so I hope this little chapter can be a pseudo ending, just so while I can decide what to do with it. That plan is that this story will eventually be finished. Anything else other than that is up in the air. I'm doing more stuff on my AO3 profile though: /users/Loquatorious

If you feel like it, check it out.