headmt | PC: BEAU + CALEB

[nah she has a bunk, so she sits and coughs a little to cover the pained noise.

a beat, and then she sort of laughs, leaning against molly a bit.]

Choose fucking wisely, you're picking a side on the dorm war. [this is mostly a joke though.] Come to winter. Fall already has everybody I worry about, I'd like to have some fucking peace of mind.

[He's a little quiet in response.]

. . . Yeah, you could go where you like. It's not so bad here. Though there are some good people at Fall, too.

You're right, it is serious. There are battle lines here.

[He snorts, and flops backwards, hands over his stomach, tail lazily swishing. This probably makes it harder for Beau to hear but it isn't like the conversation is that important.]

Maybe I pull the cards about it. See where it takes me. Suprise one of you next week.

[she has to keep! turning her head! molly!!! she pretends like you can read and this is how you repay her!!

anyway, she's quiet for now she looks up at caleb, frowning slightly. mostly like she's calculating.]

[What, it's fine, he just blatantly didn't really extend an invite to Molly. That's probably because he doesn't want him there and not for extremely stupid Caleb reasons or something.]

Maybe you'll wind up in Summer.

[He noticed it! He noticed it. It's fine. Maybe he's bullshitting about moving too?]

Maybe we all just go to Summer? There's a bar. And a beach. Everywhere else is cold as balls.

I want a bar. [she grumbles.

... hold on, she just like reaches out to make a grabby hand at caleb? come here.]

[He's still touching her shoulder, but. . . okay? It seems to take him a second to get what she even wants him to do, but coming over.]

[Molly's gone quiet at this point too, just pulling out his cards and starting to shuffle through them between his hands.]

Either of you want a reading?

Fucking hate those things. [beau mutters, but it's not a no, necessarily.

once caleb is closer, she like super invasively pushes his sleeve up? she's looking at his arm like she's looking for something specific, but she doesn't seem to see it. it's a relief, apparently, judging by her shoulders slumping.]

Sure, I suppose.

[Um, okay? Letting her push up his sleeve? Just showing her his arm?]

So you remember that much at least.

[Sitting up with a huge huff, scoffing a bit at Beau's declaration of hating the things without saying no. That's totally a yes.]

You had - your drawing had parts of you that were colored black. [she tells caleb, absently.] But it's not that here.

[... actually] Why the fuck do I hate tarot cards?

On my arm? Like. . . like this?

[He grimaces a little and draws sort of a pattern on his forearm. But then shakes his head a little, too; it doesn't really matter.]

The cards, uhm, it has to do with your father, but also I think you are also a little obstinate.

I personally think you're afraid of my deep, mystical powers, but to each their own.

[Holding the cards out, face down in a fan towards the both of them.]

Like that. The eye, too. Kind of like the things we fought.

[she finally lets go of his arm though, and scoots back a bit to look at the cards. there's a second where her eyes sort of unfocus and she holds onto the bedsheet tightly, and then she relaxes, shaking her head.

her brain is soup, who knows, maybe they both get a wisp of jester showing beau the cards she's finished.]

What, do I take one?

[Aww, cute. Anyway, he reaches a hand and touches one of the cards.]

I'll do this one. If it will not, uhm, mix up the fates between Beauregard and I.

Think we're all a little mixed up already, won't matter.

[Gesturing for Beau to take one too. If Caleb flips his over, it's an image of a moon in the sky, and reflected in a lake below, the more correct two moons, the smaller red one hiding behind the larger. The upright title says SHADOW.

Molly will reach over and yoink a card for himself out of the lineup.]

[she does take one!]

... Yeah. [she has some thoughts about fate, but. she'd be lying if she didn't think it's kind of nice to have hers intertwined with them. the whole nein, really.]

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That seems about right. Ah. . . you're supposed to say what it means, though, yes? And I pick more?

[Picking out. . . another?]

[Once Beau takes hers - a woman, hair fading from black to white, stands in a field of flowers, looking up. LOVE. - he pulls the fan of cards back into his hand and sets them down. Three got drawn, right?

Leaning over to look at Caleb's first.]

Shadow? ... Light of the moon hasn't quite broken through the clouds yet, I'm afraid. Things are still obscured. [Then reaching over to tilt the one in Beau's hand down so he can look at it.] Always a bright star to follow, right? Love?

[she just stares down at the love card for a long, long minute. the cogs are working in her brain, and then, a sort of confused mumble:]

Yasha. [rubs her neck absently.] Uh - yeah. Yeah, I guess.

Alright, Beauregard?

[. . . Glancing at Mollymauk.]

Yours?

[He just sets it down. A covered carnival wagon on the road with a cottage, cozy in the distance. The script at the top says HOME.]

Hm.

Fine. I think my brain is busted.

[she peeks over at the card molly's drawn, and then:]

What's that one?

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