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.
[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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
... 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.]
[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?
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. . . Yeah, you could go where you like. It's not so bad here. Though there are some good people at Fall, too.
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[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.
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anyway, she's quiet for now she looks up at caleb, frowning slightly. mostly like she's calculating.]
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Maybe you'll wind up in Summer.
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Maybe we all just go to Summer? There's a bar. And a beach. Everywhere else is cold as balls.
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... hold on, she just like reaches out to make a grabby hand at caleb? come here.]
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Either of you want a reading?
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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.]
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[Um, okay? Letting her push up his sleeve? Just showing her his arm?]
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[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.]
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[... actually] Why the fuck do I hate tarot cards?
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[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.
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[Holding the cards out, face down in a fan towards the both of them.]
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[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?
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I'll do this one. If it will not, uhm, mix up the fates between Beauregard and I.
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[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.]
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... 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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[Picking out. . . another?]
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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?
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Yasha. [rubs her neck absently.] Uh - yeah. Yeah, I guess.
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[. . . Glancing at Mollymauk.]
Yours?
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Hm.
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[she peeks over at the card molly's drawn, and then:]
What's that one?
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[He gives a small little smile at both of them.]
My card was about how my life is filled with darkness, and I am less distressed about this than either of you.