lezekiiel:
typical. lezekiel was used to people being put off by his confidence. when he received yet another charmed parchment, instead of focusing his energy on trying to read blurry images from afar, he pulled his deck of tarot cards out of one of his emerald green robe pockets. he began to create a twenty-one card spread. “ actually, your original question verbatim was this: how do you deal with overwhelming pressure when you know that nothing you do will be satisfactory ? or, how do you deal with living your life when it has never really ever been yours to live ? the themes of these questions lay in self-worth and revolve around life itself, and therefore, death to a certain degree. you can’t rewrite what your question was as much as anyone can rewrite the past to a certain degree– and why would you want to ? either you want a genuine answer, or not. perhaps, instead of taking your frustrations out on an individual on a wireless, who was empathizing, you should spend that energy remembering that although you’re possibly hundreds of thousands of miles away, you’re not invincible to karma seeking payment for your actions tonight. ” there was silence… lezekiel’s fingers tapped against the tanned skin of his forehead in a sinuous motion, the woodland snow tones having disappeared due to summer in greece; his hazel hues smoldered into liquid gold. “ why don’t we just get to the crux of the matter. ” he smirked soundlessly. “ your past is interesting. from your spread, i’ve got the tower, which represents disaster, upheaval, sudden brutal change… but i feel as though this change was before you were even born, yet, this event dictates your life now. would you say that is correct ? ”
FIN.
