fairy tale 100;
037. The blood that testified to the truth
He doesn’t believe it. Can’t wrap his head around it.
They’ve fought before. Have, in fact, be fighting for centuries, if memory serves. Perhaps it’s that they’ve never come this far. Have been content to shout and snap and destroy the world around them, but have never come to this.
His cheek stings where Gustave’s hand hit hard. The inside of his mouth tastes faintly of blood. It takes a moment to turn properly back to the equally stunned Magician. They can never go back from here. Never be who they once were.
The line is drawn in the sand.
056. The silence wager
To sit in a spread is rarely a conscious thing.
Gustave sits in the Resistance, face lifted defiantly to the side. Second sits Vesna in eternal self-possession, Asmodai above her in Association. Fourth sits Christophe, settled easily into a role of the unconscious. All that’s left is for someone to take the fifth seat: the future.
For a long time, Burke stands apart. It isn’t something to be forced, after all. A spread is meant to be a fall, not an active positioning.
But when he moves, takes the fifth, Gustave’s face turns to him in silence.
Almost, almost smiles.
He doesn’t believe it. Can’t wrap his head around it.
They’ve fought before. Have, in fact, be fighting for centuries, if memory serves. Perhaps it’s that they’ve never come this far. Have been content to shout and snap and destroy the world around them, but have never come to this.
His cheek stings where Gustave’s hand hit hard. The inside of his mouth tastes faintly of blood. It takes a moment to turn properly back to the equally stunned Magician. They can never go back from here. Never be who they once were.
The line is drawn in the sand.
056. The silence wager
To sit in a spread is rarely a conscious thing.
Gustave sits in the Resistance, face lifted defiantly to the side. Second sits Vesna in eternal self-possession, Asmodai above her in Association. Fourth sits Christophe, settled easily into a role of the unconscious. All that’s left is for someone to take the fifth seat: the future.
For a long time, Burke stands apart. It isn’t something to be forced, after all. A spread is meant to be a fall, not an active positioning.
But when he moves, takes the fifth, Gustave’s face turns to him in silence.
Almost, almost smiles.