Gray paid no mind to Cana pulling her cards out. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d read them about him. In the past, though, her divinations weren’t quite as spot on as they were now. He considered her one of his closest friends and while he did occasionally get shit for ‘hanging out with a woman’ he didn’t pay any mind to it. He wasn’t seeing anyone so why was it that people seemed to like giving him shit for spending time with Cana?
“Gotcha. I’ll grab that for you and get myself something too.”
True to his word, Gray would make his way to the bar and order her a bourbon and salad, and himself a shaved ice with fruit on it along with a salad of his own. After getting their food and drinks, he’d make his way back to the table and place her stuff down first. Having done his fair share of jobs where he was a waiter he knew how to carry multiple dishes and drinks at the same time without dropping them.
“It’s not like I don’t want stuff, you know? It’s just that I don’t feel that I deserve it is all.”
This song and dance was one Gray had with Cana in the past. He tended to blame himself for things that weren’t his fault. Things like Deliora’s attack on his home town, the deaths of his parents, though, truth be told he had a right to blame himself for the death of his father. Seeing as the man had been pseudo-alive when they were facing Tartaros. While, yes, it wasn’t him that slayed his father, he still felt guilt for it. Even after Juvia owned up for destroying the necromancer he felt that it was all his fault. Even though he and Juvia weren’t close he made sure she knew not to dwell on what she’d done. It wasn’t her fault after all.
If there was one thing he could count on with Cana it was that she never spoke about what they talked about with others. She kept it in strict confidence. No matter how much she seemed to drink she never divulged anything about what her cards said to her about someone to anyone else. Gray was thankful for that more than he really let on even.
Once the ice mage was back with their food and drinks, she paused her shuffling of her cards long enough to take a bite of the leafy greens on her plate. While not much, it was more than enough for her- for now, anyway. “Thanks,” she cheerily said, giving him a wink after. Just enough of a signal for him to know that she wasn’t going to take what was said between the two to others.
He knew as much, but she always wanted to make sure he knew.
Off the top of her deck, she flipped over the first card- the major arcana The Hermit. She raised a brow almost pointedly at him, as it was almost self-explanatory. “The Hermit means it’s a time for self-reflection. Truth comes from within yourself, something you can only find from yourself, but there’s a risk of becoming too self-reliant and shutting out the world.”
She took a drink of her stout before flipping the next card over. The Four of Cups. “Being so deep in contemplation and thought, you may sometimes ignore the gifts the world gives you. The potential joys that are laid at your feet are ignored. Though your intentions may be noble, you run the risk of treating the world with apathy.”
Her eyes were set on him as she flipped the next card. The Eight of Swords- though it was upside down. A small smile came across her features at this, and her voice lowered. “You’re moving forward from a time in which you felt trapped or victimized by your own thoughts or perceptions about yourself. You’ve recognized that your greatest weakness was within all along.”
Cana’s head tilted from side to side as she looked over the three card spread. She could do more, but she felt that it would begin to pry too much into his well-being, and she didn’t want to press any boundaries. “You’re getting back up on your own two feet after something happened, and you’re learning one step at a time... You just need to remember that we’re all family. We’re here for you- hell, I’m here anytime you need a drink and a light smack.” A lighthearted and feminine giggle left from her lips just as she shoved her fork back into the salad. “Anyone who’s pulled themselves out of such a thing does deserve some praise.”
She didn’t have to know the goings-on to know that her cards wouldn’t have made such a stink about it if it weren’t something deep to him. Whatever he’d dealt with, it was enough for the cards to know- and that meant it was big enough for him to be praised and commended for dealing with most of it himself thus far.
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