Word Count :: 509 that post was delicious! wotd: ad rem
Unfamiliar with tarot reading and its procedures, Lilin had expected a certain degree of complexity and disorientation amid the séance. The concept in general was relatively easy to understand, at least from the way it had been explained to them. As instructed, she had cut the freshly shuffled deck as close to the middle as possible; lifting the top stack from the rest and promptly handing it over to the dingo. Her actions were executed gingerly, with a level of poise that she did not possess within. Azure irises did not leave the elder's face, for fear of missing the slightest hint of an expression. Silence was not the only thing they shared, according to the clarification provided to them. It was ad rem: every card displayed before them had its individual meaning, including the middle one - binding the two clients by means of fate.
At that moment, she allowed her gaze to falter and return to the coyote sitting at her side. Her unspoken inquiries were brief, as her attention was summoned once more with the elder's additional revelations. Strength was associated to Ezekiel; a commendable quality very few were worthy of. She couldn't help but wonder how true it was. Then came her turn: The Chariot and her never-ending search for balance. The coyote's gaze swept over her shortly thereafter, causing her receivers to fall back with culpability. Her reaction was instinctive. She knew all too well what it meant and how it applied to her. However, Lilin could not have foreseen the prophecies that followed suit. Her face froze in an instant of perplexed agony when "treachery" and "jealousy" collided with a man of evil.
The information had barely registered in her mind when her accomplice's destiny was laid openly before the trio. She did not judge nor think of him a lesser man. It seemed Marcarius' audience was not one of untarnished innocence. Which of the two was most corrupted? At the mention of love and a dreamer, a cynical smirk nearly crept onto her sable lips. It was hard to believe, especially in the world she lived in; virtually a contemporary bordello where Barrett and Ezra brought home countless Jezebels. Where was this dreamer? Death entered the equation as the binding element. There was little room for misinterpretation as the dog elaborated, soothing the inner upheaval triggered by what it could have meant.
Nimble fingers reached for the card, touching it momentarily before having it taken away. Judging by the tarot reader's reaction, there would be no time alloted for concerns and questions. It was frustrating to have all this mumbo-jumbo bestowed upon them without concrete meaning to accompany it. Ezekiel's invitation was accepted hastily: a bland "thank you" was murmured to the dingo before retreating, following closely in the coyote's footsteps. Fresh air was greeted mercifully by her lungs as she allowed a contained breath to finally escape her. "I'm sorry. It's not every day you get up close and personal with a stranger." she admitted, not knowing where to start.
Image courtesy of jeremy vandel; table by the Mentors!
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