they were raised on affection, shaped by it, and oh so reliant on it. with the presence of death in his life, he’s held his family at arms length, claiming to be up to his eyes with work when he’s carrying out justice on london’s underworld. they are not starved of love, his family would never allow it, but they don’t get as much as they’ve been so used to all these years. so when may embraces them like family would, more sobs shake their chest.
he’ll always be with you. emil wonders what it’s like to be as brave as may is. they want to put their all into this cause, because what other choice is there? but the price is taking its toll, and emil isn’t so sure they’re made of the same stuff as a woman in front of them. emil thinks, if i was may, my mums would be so proud of me, blind to the endless pride the beckers have for their children. may is fearless in the face of corrupt power and there’s still place in her heart for a love emil will always be grateful for. it’s simply their way of navigating the world to collect families in every circle of people they meet. death is no different, and it’s a relief to be reminded that family can be found anywhere. it isn’t the same, but it’s everything to emil. tears continue to fall, but he smiles too. “thank you, may,” they sniffle, voice barely a whisper. a deep breath is sucked into his mouth and exhaled through his nose, and the tears come to a stop. they open their mouth again to answer her, but cut themselves short when they find all he wanted to say was you don’t have to worry about me. a sadness washes over them again, another slow inhale. “i’d really like a hug.”
-
May had never been exactly sure at what point in Death’s inception she had decided to take on the emotional burdens of those below her, only that she had done it quietly and without complaint. If there was one thing she knew about herself for sure, it was that she had the kind of strength that allowed her to bear more weight than the average person, and it was a virtue that she was sure to put to good use at every opportunity. And for Emil, her close friend, who often needed a shoulder to cry on as well as to help carry their load, she was willing to bear even more.
Their smile is a watery and weak one, but it’s better than no smile at all, and May returns it warmly, hands squeezing theirs again. The simple request surprises her a little, but sometimes the smallest things were the things a person needed most, and so she nods gently, never one to deny a request for help. “Of course.” And she pulls them in, their big frame against her small one, holding them carefully but tightly. A damaged ornament that required delicate handling lest it break even further. She allows silence to fall over them for a moment, wanting to offer so much but not wanting to overwhelm. There was no handbook written that she was aware of on how to comfort a person who had just killed for the first time, but somewhat fortunately for her, she had prior experience in this situation. “You can come and stay with me, you know,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “Or I can stay here. I understand that you might want time to yourself right now, but I just don’t want you to feel alone. Because you’re not.”
EMIL’S HOUSE / 24TH MAY / SELF PARA (ft. Uriel, again)
“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
― Khaled Hosseini
For the first few hours after coming around following her surgery, everything had been a blur. She slipped smoothly between consciousness and unconsciousness; a painkiller induced sleep punctuated by the burning in her chest when the drugs wore off, the worried face of Emil, Gwen curling up on the bed beside her. The last thing she remembered was staring at the ceiling, vaguely registering gunfire and shouting around her as she bled out. She had still not entirely registered the fact that she was alive, that the bullet which by all logic should have killed her had not. Though her head became clearer, the memories slightly sharper, this was still the fact on which May was stuck, the impossibility of it all. Even when Emil explained how they had found her and taken her off the boat, it didn’t seem real. An urban myth rather than reality.
When she was lucid, she faced questions about the identity of her attacker, to which she instantly supplied Saint Warden’s name, but kept Omer’s close to her wounded chest. Then she was supplied with information about the gravity of Death’s new situation, filling in the many holes torn in the fabric of the evening, each new fact she obtained more unsettling than the last. When she was asleep she had disturbed dreams - of drowning, of choking, of fire, of her parents. Each time it was different, but always ended the same way, with her sat bolt upright, heart pounding in time with the throbbing of her chest. It happened again then, gasping for air, eyes wide but not seeing, before slumping back onto the pillows more exhausted than she had been before she attempted rest.
“Did you know,” a voice says, somewhere on her right, “That we have the same blood type?”
Still trying to catch her breath, May’s head lolls to look at her Horseman, sitting in a chair beside her. Unlike the last time they’d been alone together, when she had been raging and he had been impassive, they looked distinctly less composed. Their posture is hunched, sleeves rolled up and hair dishevelled, as though they have been running their hands through it repeatedly. Her eyes are drawn to the bruises on his forearm, and through a haze, she realises the meaning of their odd greeting.
“You gave me blood.” It’s a strange feeling, knowing that they are now a part of her physically, like real siblings. She isn’t sure she likes it. “No wonder I feel so cold.”
“Nice to see that the bullet you took didn’t damage your wit.” He stands and begins fussing around her as she watches his every move, curious rather than suspicious. Nimble hands check her IV, examine the bandages covering her wound, adjust the tube that reinflated her collapsed lung. They are clinical, almost detached, but when he sits again after a little more prodding and poking, there is an air about them, a change, probably indiscernible to anyone but her. Uriel the Horseman is not present, replaced by Uriel, her old friend. It had been so long since she’d last seen this person that she’d half forgotten he existed, but there he was, with a slump to their shoulders and a hint of concern colouring their expression. “It’s a miracle that you’re alive, you know.”
“Mm, I figured.” May had never thought of herself as a particularly lucky person, believing that the good things in her life had come to her as a result of hard work. But if anything could make her change her mind, it was knowing that she had survived a bullet fired at her heart when she stood restrained. Either she was extremely fortunate, or the Wardens were extremely unfortunate.
She tries to sit up to better engage in their conversation, struggling as she does so but waving away the help he moves to offer. It was impossible to hide her weakness, but that didn’t mean she had to rely on them so heavily. The knowledge that lay between them - that she had almost died, that he had saved her life - was inescapable. It was yet another facet to their relationship, adding complications where there were already multitudes. Equally inescapable was the fact that she had criticised them, and they had punished her for it. She could count on one hand the number of times that the mood between them had been as tense as this. The fact that two of these occasions had happened within the past month was unsettling to say the least. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, these were merely splinters in the woodwork of their friendship, an occupational hazard of working at such close quarters for so long. But they had been a united front for so many years that this splintering felt a lot like breaking.
“So, how was it? Holding my life in your hands?” The question escapes her before she can think to hold it back. He had always tutted at her impulsivity, tried to rein it in or mould it, but at that moment, he was smiling a little.
“It’s not the first time I’ve operated on you. Don’t you remember?” She stares, perplexed, before realising what they’re referring to.
“My Fisher Price doctor’s kit.” Her, on her back, propped up on her elbows. Them, crouched next to her, wielding a plastic scalpel and pretending to make incisions while she squirmed at the ticklish sensation. That’s where your liver is. Your intestines are here. This is your heart. She couldn’t have been more than seven at the time.
“I’ve gotten better since then, you’ll be pleased to hear.”
“Doesn’t answer my question, though.”
They blink slowly, and for a moment she thinks they won’t respond. But he does, eventually, and the words are measured in a way that she understands is not for her benefit, but his own. “It’s not an experience I wish to repeat.”
Silence falls, and they watch each other. And what a sorry pair they are, exhausted and miserable, carrying responsibility so heavy you could practically see the weight of it crushing them. “Do we know how many died yet?” she asks after a few minutes.
He leans forward as though he hasn’t heard the question, adjusting her pillows to help her sit more comfortably, wearing a pained look. It’s unnerving from the person who was always so unemotional, so measured. It isn’t until he sits back again that he speaks, their tone tinged with something dangerously close to remorse. “We’re still finding bodies. We probably won’t know an exact number for another day or so.”
“But so far?”
“So far, six. Five Angels and a Power.”
Guilt was a feeling that May knew well, but never had the feeling gripped her as tightly as this. The reality of war, once the shock of Death’s arrival had worn off, was always going to be unpleasant, and there was always going to be loss. She had never been under any illusion that they could make it through this without losing people along the way — she was an optimist, not delusional. And yet that optimistic part of her had ruined her, because foolishly, she had thought that if she cared enough, tried hard enough, they could avoid the worst of it. Where Uriel was the brains, brilliant but cold, viewing his willing recruits as disposable, it was her job to be the heart, to love, and most importantly, to protect. She should have been more careful. She shouldn’t have been caught by Warden. She should have disregarded her friendship with Omer and fought him off. Anything, anything to prevent this.
“Okay, well, when we do have the exact number, get me a list of their names. We’re going to contact their families and pay for the funerals.” The Horseman nods, knowing better than to fight their Seraphim on this issue.
Another silence, this one stretching out for longer than the last one. It swells between them, the air heavy and aching, punctuated only by her own light, wheezing breaths. Uriel stares at a point on the opposite wall, she stares at her hands. It seems as though neither will speak again, that he will leave her without another word for fear of addressing the elephant in the room threatening to engulf them, but then —
“I know you’re still angry with me.”
The admission surprises her. It would not have been out of character for him to ignore their problems completely, deeming it unnecessary emotional baggage in the face of what is undeniably a much larger issue. But they address it head-on, their dark gaze fixed on her, their family. May remains tight-lipped. The best way to get someone to talk was to say nothing at all. He had taught her that. “I know you’re still angry with me, but I need —” He sighs heavily through his nose. “Your support is vital.”
“Yes, I know.” She doesn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice, gaze shifting away from him. “Can’t have it look like your best Seraphim is losing faith.”
“No. I don’t just mean it in that way.” They uncross their legs, cross them again. “Your support is vital to me.” Another surprising statement. In all the years they had known each other, she couldn’t remember them ever being this sincere. By his standards, it was practically emotional. Uriel was not one for sentiment, evidenced by the fact that they had calmly disregarded the opinion of their oldest friend and advisor in favour of chasing the glory of owning Pestilence. To say this softness was foreign would be the understatement of the decade, and she wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or on edge.
“A compliment isn’t going to change my mind, Uriel,” she says, chin tilted like a defiant teenager. “I think you made the wrong decision and I stand by that.”
“I know.” A pause. “Obviously I did not think that this was how it would play out.” It was the closest they would ever come to admitting they had made a mistake.
“I know.” She is his echo, now and always.
“Listen to me,” they say suddenly, voice low and urgent. “I understand your doubts, especially after this. But if nothing else, the events of last night have made me see clearly where before I was blinded by arrogance. Those deaths, your suffering, I won’t let them be in vain. They have to pay for what they’ve done, to us and to this city.” They lean in, elbows resting on knees, gaze dark and imploring. “I have a plan, May. A new one, and I believe that it will work. But it will be so much easier with you by my side to help see this through. You are the better part of me, and this gang needs you just as I do. We’re scattered, and we need to be reunited for it to be as effective as I hope. It’s going to be difficult, I realise that, but no matter what May, I fucking swear to you —” They take her hand, and the action forces their eyes meet again; hers wide with shock, his ablaze with determination.
“What, like his brother? I somehow think that’s even more impossible,” Gwen says, and she speaks more lightly, now. It’s easier to think of these things when she thinks of doing them with May on her side, after all. She gives a smirk, near mischievous, and a nod before lifting her chin to nip at May’s finger. “Promise. I like recovering much more here than in a sterile hospital room, anyway.” But maybe that’s what had Gwen had needed, to remain stuck in a room like that, in partly self-imposed solitude and to sit with her thoughts and her failures. “I have a very beautiful wife here, who treats me very nicely even if she is a little mad at me.”
May has always met her insecurity like this and Gwen wishes she could drink that fierceness so she would have some of it for her own. And while she is no longer the raging child she had been, so intent on dragging herself down until she may as well dig herself an early grave, she still feels like that girl sometimes. So intent on criticising herself, especially when there is cause. Gwen has always fought, but her favourite punching bag still seems to be herself. “Maybe none of them could take one on either, but I don’t think any of them would be as stupid as me to try.” Maybe Vincent could, but Gwen isn’t in the mood to acknowledge the similarities between her Virtue and herself. May smiles at her and there’s expectation in the look on her face and she can’t quite meet it. “Because I wasn’t just given the chance, right? I sought it out. It was stupid, but whatever. If anything, it’s a lesson.” Sacha had been surprisingly helpful with that insight and while Gwen didn’t tend to learn lessons in just one go, she had a feeling she might this time. Finally, then, she offers a smile, “Seraphim-wife privileges, hm?” She would love May with or without her title, fully and wholly with or without Death, though. Relief spreads to Gwen at the knowledge that May continues to recover and that she has not been alone, and she gladly lets herself be pulled into an embrace that she isn’t sure she deserves. “That’s good to hear. And now it can just be us.” Gwen places a soft kiss on May’s shoulder, looks up at her face. “But I’ll fuss over you all I want, just a head’s up.” Fingers lace with May’s, and for a moment she’s quiet, near-content, even if so much poison continues to fester in her gut.
Gwen does not reprimand May for having worked ( though it does lace her features with a frown ) but that does not mean that no disapproval is voiced at all. “No, don’t do that,” she says, an echo of her wife’s earlier words spoken to her. They take turns shielding each other of their own internal criticism, it seems: if only May could see herself as Gwen saw her, and vice versa. “This is not on you. You like to shoulder too much, but you’ve not failed at anything.” She pushes herself up slightly, so her eyes can level with May’s. “We’ll figure out what went wrong, but don’t blame yourself for any of it for one second, okay?” She looks her straight in the eye, before giving a small curve of her lip. “Have you found anything out yet? Any theories in that beautiful brain of yours?”
-
“It’s not stupidity, okay? You’re brave and you’re a fighter, and sure, you’re a little impulsive. But I love all of those things about you. You wouldn’t be my Gwen if you hadn’t tried to kill Saint Warden.” Truthfully, there was nothing about her wife that May didn’t love. Even the bad parts, she loved, knowing that those were the parts that needed caring for the most. Her decision to attack Saint was not one she approved of, and was something that no doubt she would have to have a conversation with Uriel about with very little to justify the action, but it was so utterly, completely Gwen, that a part of her loved it in spite of it all. The smile she had been hoping for finally lights up her wife’s face, flickering a little but present all the same, and something akin to relief settles within her. As long as she smiled, it was okay. “You’re always going to get Seraphim-wife privileges, but don’t tell the others.” As if they didn’t already know. The steady breathing of Gwen against her chest is calming, as is the thought that it was just them, eyes drifting closed in contentment. It wouldn’t be forever, of course. No doubt tomorrow people would stop by to check on the both of them, bursting the bubble of peaceful domesticity that she so craved. But it was enough to know that even temporarily, it would be only her and her wife, away from peoples’ questions and prying eyes.
The use of her own words back to her prompts a smile, though they did little to sooth her in the way she desperately needed. The blood of the lost members of Death was not exactly on her hands, but this technicality did not stop her from feeling unclean, the guilt trapped under her fingernails. But that wasn’t an issue she cared to address in this moment, when she and her wife were alive against all odds, when she had spent the past two days desperate for Gwen to return home in order to gain something resembling normality. “A few theories,” May admits, “But you’ve only just got home, we don’t have to talk about that right now.” The deaths of their members, the sudden appearance of her mother-in-law, the future of their gang - they could all be held off for now, not unimportant but fading from view somewhat when their eyes meet. The priority in that moment is clear. A kiss is pressed to Gwen’s temple, another to her cheek. “How about we eat something? Zara made us a vegan lasagne that I’ve been saving for when you got back. Then we can discuss everything later.” And with something of a struggle and a poorly muffled grunt of pain, she rises to head to the kitchen, one hand held out for her wife to take.
DOB: 10 April, 1981
Time: 3:17am
Location: London, England
[full chart here]
BIG THREE
SUN (ego, identity, “role” in life)
Aries
As the first sign of the zodiac, Aries represents the spark of energy that instigates new life. It is a lively, vigorous sign. Individuals with this sun sign are straightforward, clear, and direct and they expect the same from others. People born under this sign are leaders of the pack, the first ones in line to get things going. They tend to be the life of the party; they light up a room with their charisma.
The present is most important to Aries. They love to begin new adventures and struggle with sitting still. They are pioneers in what they do, a quality of excellent bravery in this sign is unmistakable. Some Aries people are bold, but even the quieter ones are courageous in their own way. Individuality and independence is their birthright. The leadership shown by Aries is most impressive, as they have that sort of individual attraction. They love a challenge and are happiest when their lives are active and moving. Overall, this sign is enthusiastic, impulsive, and independent. They are aware of what they want and see the quickest way in achieving it. Whether their undertakings get done is another question, however, as Aries initiates tasks more than they complete them. They are usually found wandering new territories and must learn over time how to build the stamina required to finish what they start.
People with their Sun in the 2nd house:
Take pride in the solid and secure foundations they have built
Base a part of their self-esteem and identity on their personal beliefs
Hate to let others down once they’ve made a promise
MOON (moods, emotions, inner self)
Cancer
Cancer Moons have deep, empathetic emotions. With the Moon at home in the sign of Cancer, people with this sign are very in touch with the emotions of both themselves and others. They feel emotionally fulfilled when they protect, support, and nurture the people around them, as well as when their family and home matters are secure. The strong empathy of a Cancer Moon makes them easily influenced by the feelings of others, however, so it is important for a Cancer Moon to discern their own feelings and needs from those of others.
Being a water sign, Cancer Moons tend to be sensitive and driven by emotions. Similar to the ocean’s waves, their feelings ebb and flow, making them a bit moody at times. Like the Crab, this sign may hide their emotions from others until they are comfortable enough to come out of their shell. This sign is also known to be very imaginative and creative, as these endeavours are a good emotional outlet for them. In relationships, a Cancer Moon needs someone who provides a balance between being strong and sensitive. Cancer Moons nurture their partners, but require the same in return.
People with their Moon in the 6th house:
Instinctively reach out to people in need of help
Express affection through acts of service and offering advice
Have an emotional need to be useful
RISING (outward appearance, personality, style)
Capricorn
Capricorn Ascendants give off an air of competence. They are typically very self-aware people – their manners, clothes, and image they give off are a major ordeal to them. They need to appear successful, and for the most part, they succeed. Capricorn risings are big on family and constantly stress over security for themselves and their children. Others see them as dedicated, skilled, and reliable individuals. What others may not see under that cool, even smooth, outside, is an inward battle: they frequently ask themselves, “Am I doing what’s needed?”, “Do I deserve my merits?”, “How might I improve things?”. They stress often over the future.
If achievement appears to come easy to these folks, it doesn’t. They simply make it look so with their patient, dedicated, driven personality. Some Capricorn risings also practice some sort of self-denial. They know how to get rid of the negligible. Capricorn Ascendants are basically success stories. Their childhoods may have been troublesome, but they gradually and doubtlessly turn their lives around. Saturn rules this sign, so this implies a sort of unconventional way of living in childhood. They are responsible and serious, and as they grow up, they age well, figuring out how to relax.
OTHER PLACEMENTS
MERCURY (expression, communication, thinking)
Aries
This sign is mentally astute. However, obstacles may prove very frustrating for them. Aries Mercury is known for impatience. Long periods of concentration may also be hard for this sign because of this. They can be impulsive and it is easy for them to jump to conclusions quickly. Inventive and witty, they are great conversationalists. They may be brutally honest at times, despite their charm. They are very skilled at promoting things. They have a way of motivating people and making things sound fun. Competition is enjoyed by this sign, so they may argue a point just for fun.
Overall, Mercury in Aries natives are quick to share their opinions, even if these opinions are not wanted. They seem to be restless all the time, full of nervous energy. This sign must keep busy and they don’t ever seem to have much time to spare. They take pride in doing things their own way and don’t appreciate being told what to do. Aries Mercury natives can be exceptional leaders and may have a handful of followers. The enthusiasm and excitement they radiate inspires others.
People with their Mercury in the 2nd house:
Have a very practical mind
May be drawn to careers in communications or writing
Easily adapt to their surroundings
VENUS (love, relationships, beauty)
Aries
Aries Venus natives are flirts who fall quickly for people, as they are impulsive and fast. They may be attracted to many types of people. They get bored quite easily, though, and can fall out of love just as quickly as they fall in love. They are quite affectionate. If they are hurt, they won’t hesitate to stand up for themselves. If dating a shy person, they can find this a little overwhelming. They are not scared to push boundaries just to see what happens. They are honest and direct and don’t delve much into self-pity or insecurity. People born with this sign are admired because they radiate confidence, independence, and energy. Their lust for life makes them attractive to others. Instead of talking about what they’d like to accomplish, they’re already out there doing it.
The biggest turn off for an Aries Venus is making them read your mind or analyse a relationship. This can be too much digging for them, as they’d rather be active and dynamic. They’d prefer a good argument over a heart to heart talk about a relationship. Once an Aries Venus learns a bit of tolerance and patience, they will realise that not everyone gets boring after ten minutes. They must figure out how to put effort into a relationship so that it can be long-term and good for both partners. If they can stop for a second and figure out what they really want, it will be much easier for them to attain their desires.
People with their Venus in the 2nd house:
Have strong values which cannot be swayed
Don’t jump into relationships easily
Needs a partner who can provide security
MARS (instincts, aggression, sexuality)
Aries
Aries Mars is impulsive. They have a short temper, but their anger does not last very long. This sign doesn’t hold grudges. When listening to their gut, they make good decisions and finish things quickly. They feel restless if their lives become predictable. They thrive on fresh, new ideas, and love a good challenge. Aries Mars will be irritated if people are slow or beat around the bush. They may be impatient and rude, and often lack patience and discipline. They don’t like opposition, though they have natural leadership traits. They may be emotionally demanding.
However, Mars in Aries is courageous and will strive to achieve their goals. Aries Mars is passionate about everything, radiating energy. They are very physical; they want to get right to the action rather than build up to it. Compromise is not very common for this sign as they love competition and arguments. They want to do great things, but sometimes don’t take enough time to prepare for it. They give everything they have until there’s nothing left. They rush into things that others would fear to tread.
People with their Mars in the 2nd house:
Are outspoken about their beliefs
Have a tendency to be overprotective or possessive
Enjoy a physical challenge and value their energy
JUPITER (idealism, optimism, philosophy)
Libra
Libra Jupiter attracts good fortune when they treat others equally. They have a natural talent in being gracious and fair, which brings them countless opportunities. They love to explore new ideas and are willing to learn. Jupiter in Libra natives are idealistic and gravitate towards people that have similar views to them. Pairing up with people of similar minds can bring them good luck and success. They know how to compromise and are very considerate of the feelings of others. They champion justice. Libra Jupiter excels when in a team of two - they are gifted in working one-on-one. They are skilled in public relations, writing, and entertaining.
Libra Jupiter loves people, which also attracts a lot of good fortune to them. Their innate diplomacy skills allow them to communicate with others and solve problems. If they maintain a strong sense of self, their success will increase. This enables them to care less about what others think of them. Jupiter in Libra individuals are humanitarians and they live with dignity. If they can combine creativity with social change, luck is in store with this sign. Harmony is very important for them. However, if Libra Jupiter’s ego gets too big, they may be too optimistic or condescending.
People with their Jupiter in the 8th house:
Can’t tolerate selfish behaviour in others
Have a knack for digging deep and uncovering the truth
Bring optimism into other people’s lives easily
SATURN (responsibility, fears, limits)
Libra
Libra Saturn is fair, just, refined, diplomatic, and intellectual. They prefer to cooperate rather than compete, which makes them easy to work with. This sign is not overly emotional. When they must make a decision, they can weigh the pros and cons carefully. They must find a balance between discipline and love. Patience, flexibility, and endurance are skills often implemented by them. Saturn in Libra natives may not start relationships easily. Marriage may take some effort to be successful.
When it comes to relationships, they may have a bit of an inferiority complex and unintentionally date people who are interested in getting to know them because they feel unlovable. They fear rejection and may attempt to shut themselves off. They may limit themselves because they fear that they will lose their partner. However, Saturn can stabilise Libra characteristics, which makes them more stable and decisive. When everything is aligned, Libra Saturn is pleasant, caring for others, and subservient. They may be artistic or helpful to those who need the lessons. The companionship they look for gives them security and solace.
People with their Saturn in the 8th house:
Are hard-working and thrifty
Have strong self-discipline
May experience limitations and boundaries around the topics of sex, power, and inheritance
URANUS (innovation, rebellion, progress)
Scorpio
Scorpio Uranus is determined and forceful. They are able to overcome almost every obstacle they face in order to achieve their goals. This sign is sharp, secretive, persistent, and detail-oriented. They think originally and may possess talent mechanically. Uranus in Scorpio natives may be prone to accidents, which might ultimately be fatal. This sign rules death and sex, two intense experiences. They have a strong skill in focus and concentration. Their spirit is determined and unbreakable. They frequently have bursts of creative energy that may take them far. It is common for this sign to use unorthodox methods to achieve what they want.
Scorpio Uranus may conflict with people that follow tradition. They won’t hesitate to be outspoken and may be known to be rebellious and stubborn. They can be blunt, courageous, secretive, and aggressive to others. This sign may be inventive with a far-reaching vision for the future. They are able to accomplish a lot, whether it’s through the use of the mind or technology.
People with their Uranus in the 10th house:
Find the concept of identifying with a career alien
Need a career that gives them a sense of independence and freedom; but can be rebellious at work
Is not remotely concerned with social status or “fitting in”
NEPTUNE (dreams, imagination, visions)
Sagittarius
As a restless fire sign, Sagittarius Neptune can find inspiration wherever they go; traveling and constant movement makes them excited about life. They enjoy learning new things, meeting new people, and expanding their knowledge. This sign thrives on uplifting and exciting experiences. Neptune in Sagittarius natives are constantly on the move and are likely to drop everything for a spontaneous adventure.
This sign has to be careful of overstepping boundaries. Since they are well-versed in a lot of topics, they may be very opinionated. Sagittarius Neptune might become obsessed with a social issue or cause that blinds them to the ideas of others on the subject.They also may get so excited about things that they will try to force their beliefs on others. Neptune in Sagittarius individuals must find balance in order to achieve enlightenment. Though adventures satisfy their soul, they must be wary of the consequences that may occur from them. Since they don’t have a plan, they are more inclined to face problems that can block their happiness.
This sign is very good at overcoming obstacles, but it can sometimes come with a price. They need to be aware that too many unintended repercussions may begin to weigh down their conscience. However, if they are aware of this potential issue, they will be able to avoid depression. This will allow them to further their ideas and work on their vision for a better world. Sagittarius Neptune has a positive philosophy and they believe they can start the change they want to see. If they focus, they can accomplish great feats.
People with their Neptune in the 11th house:
Care more about the greater good than their own personal wishes
Have strong compassion for the underdogs and downtrodden
Attract artistic, sensitive, unusual, or off-centre friends
PLUTO (power, rebirth, intensity)
Libra
Libra Pluto transforms in a harmonious and diplomatic way in matters related to partners and relationships with others. They may be obsessed with justice and fairness, especially concerning other people and their partners. To them, relationships must be perfect, or else they are nothing. This sign deals with things intellectually and through communication, as Libra is an air sign. Pluto in Libra is motivated by their values. Though they are typically diplomatic, they may explode with anger at unfairness.
People with their Pluto in the 8th house:
Are talented at helping others deal with crises and trauma
Have very strong intuition
Are interested in peoples’ motivations and cutting through appearances
[ Tempted to hang up, his thumb lingers over the button to disconnect the call. Only it's in the action that he realises that his curiosity outweighs his instinct to protect himself, somewhat intrigued by Death in a way in which he'd like to psychoanalyse them. ]
Saint: Failed? Is that what we're calling it. Maybe I'm just giving you a taste of what's the come. How's your wife doing? Pretty fucking stupid move outing herself like that. So the Pale Stallion, that's where you live, I assume?
Saint: I don't get upset. I get even.
[It takes an immense amount of restraint to not mention that her age had not been an issue for Kitty Mallick, who had hit on her quite happily that day at the tattoo parlour. But her maturity wins out, barely, and she merely laughs in response to his ageism and apparent ignorance for the fact she'd declared herself a lesbian anyway.]
May: Come now, Saint. Don't let your bruised ego get in the way of the facts. Perhaps in Gwen's case it was true that you weren't trying to kill, but I know that your intention was to kill me. You even asked me to pass on a message to your sister. But remember what I said? I'm not as weak as Juno was.
May: Gwen is doing well, though, thank you for asking. I agree that her actions were a little impulsive, but she's married to Death's Seraphim and owns a pub called The Pale Stallion. It doesn't take a genius to work out where her allegiance lies.
[Should she lie or tell the truth? As she had just told Saint, the facts were fairly obvious - being married to the owner meant that there was a good chance they lived above the pub. And yet she wasn't so willing to blatantly confirm this.]
May: Sure, we live there sometimes. But we move around. And you still live with your mother, I assume?
The Horsemen winner of the ‘best use of astrology charts in applications’ award goes to EM… your running up categories appointed by your fellow writers can be found below!
“There she was, at 4am, in your bed. You loved her then, didn’t you? She was wearing your duvet like a cape, with her head poking out. She loved you back; she really did. You said, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never met anyone like you.” She said simply, “kiss me.” So you did. You lifted her chin and kissed her mouth and swallowed her giggles whole. You felt her sunshine fill your lungs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You felt the duvet fall as she leant forward. “Tell me a secret,” she said. She was always saying these things. “I’ve told you everything already,“ you said. Your lips were on her neck. “Tell me a secret,” she repeated. “Okay,” you sighed, “I love you.” “Tell me a secret.“ “I’ve always loved you.””
