♯ 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙼 𝙴 𝙻 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 : hana sayoc, penned exclusively for @redcreekfm & written by nic .
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♯ 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙼 𝙴 𝙻 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 : hana sayoc, penned exclusively for @redcreekfm & written by nic .
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「 ✏️ 」 tommy shifts his weight again, trying to ignore the prickle of unease curling in his chest. the card in her hand feels like it’s waiting for him to crack himself open, but instead the image makes his throat tighten. let go of what? he swallows hard, staring at the cups, the figure walking into the distance. “ let go of somethin’, huh? ” he mutters, voice low, almost like he’s talking to himself. “ could be the universe got its timing wrong. maybe this card’s meant for someone else. ”
he looks down at his boots, as if they could provide an escape from the feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach. his hands slip back into his pockets, eyes flicking up to her with a subtle shift of curiosity, eager for something to pull him from the weight of the thought he’s already trying to bury. “ … you got another one? " he cracks a half-smile, an attempt to keep the tension light. “ i don't know, somethin' with a bit less walkin’ away. ”
☾ ⋰ even though she wants to argue the notion that the message has a different recipient, she refrains. she doesn't know tommy all that well— time away from home apparently meant a crowd of people she had never known but— denial typically means resonance, her mind supplies. & with a seemingly open heart to hearing more, she doesn't want to push before the spread allows. ❝ come with me ? ❞ it's half invitation, half command. hana walks into her reading room, cards still set-up in preparation of going into their cubby. she rounds the small table, pushing the cards from their stack into a face down fan. ❝ point to one, let's see what calls out. ❞
micaela’s nerves were already on edge as she stood there, arms crossed tightly, trying not to let on how tense she was. the other girl’s sigh didn’t bode well, and micaela felt her stomach twist ┈ a bad sign, just her luck. this is exactly why i hate this psychic crap, she thought, cursing herself for coming. she tried to laugh it off, forcing a smirk. “ alright, lay it on me ┈ am i going to die next week ? ” she joked, but there was a flicker of genuine worry in her eyes. she tilted her head, feigning nonchalance, though she was more invested than she wanted to admit. the words seemed to land too close to home, stirring a need for answers she hadn’t let herself confront. just the other day, she’d been pressing the bakery girl for details about the latest murder in town, and the reminder made her lips twitch with unease. maybe i should be more careful with my questions. she bit her lip, unexpectedly moved by how accurately the cards seemed to pin down her situation. she’d come here seeking answers, a direction, something to help her make sense of things. her voice dropped to a whisper as she finally spoke. “ so … your cards are saying i should give up ? forget heather ? ” she barely choked out the words, as if admitting them would make them real. maybe she seemed unhinged, grasping for meaning in a place she didn’t believe in. but, right now, she was desperate for any kind of sign.
☾ ⋰ the follow - up question brings pause, the name itself seems almost haunted. hana quickly registers the source of familiarity from teenage curiosities regarding the reason for her parent's protective demeanor. heather visser : red creek's first lamb forced to slaughter. she feels especially guilty for this card now, as if personally responsible for what drifted into micaela's path. ❝ let's not jump to that. sometimes it just means to proceed with caution, y'know ? like, it's just one issue that's going to seem more impossible the harder you push. ❞ it's a stretch & hana knows it. some readers would argue that it means the battle is already lost– & she supposes that battle has been, in some way. she thinks of its correlations to questions. how it's a resounding no. but it definitely seems like a plea for bad karma, to derail someone clearly exploring a hoard of grief. hana steps back, gesturing a hand toward her room. the stack of cards lies abandoned on her table, waiting to return to their home. she offers a seat instead. ❝ you wouldn't mind hearing a little more, would you ? we can do something simple, two or three more cards. might help paint a better picture. ❞
there was a way to brontes being , to life in red creek . from a young age , she's known that a small town can be the most dangerous . every move she makes is meticulous . for her well - being , for her survival . there's a method to being seen in town but not being trapped in town , to allowing people to have seen you but not having been roped in . she toes the line between outsider and local . the detachment is all she knows . and though she's usually good at walking around unscathed , lately she's been caught in the act as proven by hana kneeling down beside her . " is it ? " voice cheery in default setting when addressing most of the community , " sure , i'd love to know . if it's a sign and all "
☾ ⋰ ❝ that's perfect, because i wanna know what has it crossing a room to meet you where you stand. ❞ hana hums happily as she swipes up the card. there's an accompanying zap of adrenaline each & every time someone agrees to hear her readings. she turns the card over, front facing bronte at first; presenting it like a prize to her captive crowd of one. a small 'oh!' leaves her when she peers over the edge of the card— the devil looking back at her. though the card's bark is world's bigger than it's bite, she knows that it isn't always a welcome card to see. ❝ —it's not a bad card. ❞ she rushes to explain, offering a smile to bronte that's only slightly nervous. the picture on the card paints an intimidating story, she realizes, so she presses the card to her own heart instead. ❝ it can mean that you're making crazy reckless choices lately. ❞ self destructive is often a term that comes up with the card. ❝ or— that you might be acting a little over - indulgent in your personal vices. i'd think– like, a sign to slow down & reconsider some things. see if what you're doing is holding you back. ❞
history was repeating itself, and that evening was just another instance.
years ago, it hadn't been out of the ordinary to find darcy warren sneaking into sisters of the moon towards the end of the day. she'd show up with an offer for dinner, or as a part of the plans that she and hana had already made. but these days darcy was still getting used to the fact that her oldest friend was back in town. that evening was her first time back in the shop.
she'd come seeking relief, actually, though not from the cards. raised catholic, somewhere along the way she'd lost any sense of spirituality, any belief in a higher power. and that included hana's tarot cards. instead, the blonde was hoping that spending time with the person who knew her best would make the rest of her troubles fade away - the discord with her mother, the fact that someone had just been murdered in their small town, a thing or two she was currently keeping to herself...
"only good things, i hope," she answered in lieu of an actual greeting, fully aware that hana would likely tell her the meaning of the card no matter what. and darcy would humor her, as she always had. "i fear i've forgotten how this works. if i don't like what it means, am i allowed to not claim it?"
☾ ⋰ she can only smile as she collects darcy's card from the floor. she shakes her head, ❝ i'm so vetoing your ability to reject this message. it's just for you ! ❞ she partially knows that the other is simply indulging her, that the cards never spoke to them in the same ways— but the other part of her is excited to read a message meant for one of her closest friends. disclosing the purposeful message behind a card & watching a person's face light in recognition— it's almost like taking a peak into someone's diary. she nudges her way into darcy's personal space when she stands, flipping the card after a mumbled count of three. the judgement card sits in her hand. hana tilts her head, curiosity getting the better half of her. ❝ something you're not telling me ? ❞ she teases, bumping her shoulder. hana does look over to her curiously, ❝ it usually means you should anticipate a big choice to make. and you need to, like, really trust your gut on it. ❞
sisters of the moon had always been a tricky spot for virginia. a magnetic pull that was undeniable, paired with someone too stubborn for their own good. she was always hoping for a sign, but she hated reaching out for it. hana grabbing her attention with a card that had seemingly chased her down… well, it was interesting to say the least. ❝ how much ? ❞ suspicion clear in her tone. a moment of contemplation before she sighed out whatever. ❝ go ahead, tell me. ❞
☾ ⋰ ❝ this one's free, silly. ❞ hana laughs, willing the card from it's spot on the floor with a well - manicured nail. her overall demeanor probably doesn't help a reader's reputation of being a money grab— or however people wanted to put it. ❝ it's just for you, so it'd be a waste to not hear it & i'd feel bad charging you to flip a card, i think. ❞ she over - explains herself this time, because there's a piece of her that wants everyone in town to take the readings seriously. as she turns the card over, a smile plays on her lips. a card that hana personally beholds as a breath of fresh air sits in her hands. ❝ ee, exciting ! this one's the ace of swords. means you're on the brink of somethin' new & probably good. trying anything new lately ? ❞
the sisters of the moon was the only place salvador ever felt remotely out of place in redcreek. the ambiance, the talk of spirituality and divination, crystal balls and fancy tarot cards... it all felt like bullshit to him. there was one thing that did pique his interest however, and it was the babes. nadia, hana, even vicente could get it if salvador ever managed to get a room alone with him. so if pretending to believe in whatever 'witchy' nonsense they represented was the best way to make a pass at any of them, salvador was willing to play along. he sees hana before he notices the card making it's way to him. "hmm totally." he hums back, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement. she was cute when she got excited like that—eyes sparkling with some sort of passion he couldn't quite understand. not anymore. he bends down for the card as well, or at the very least, to help her up. "is the message that you're finally gonna let me take you out sometime?"
☾ ⋰ hana rolls her eyes as she stands upright, although she isn't entirely annoyed. any attention is great, positive attention even better. she bites the inside of her cheek to keep an excited smile from spreading across her features. head tilts like she's heavily debating the answer. ❝ hmm... let's see what card has to say about that, yes ? ❞ she flips the card & shrieks out a little laugh : in her hands sits the fool. she can think of more than one person that would love to know the card he pulled. she turns it to him like a gift. ❝ so, this one isn't bad. it was just funny to flip around. it's all about fresh starts & taking risks. ❞ and also warns of the dangers of blind optimism & delirium, but she can tell him about that later. ❝ lucky for you, it also means yes. ❞
“I feared being alone more than I feared anything else. And the reason I feared being alone was that I had never felt right with myself - didn’t like myself, appreciate myself, or even love myself enough to be comfortable with my own company.”
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it's an dull ache, one that never really went away but seeing hana again after all these years ... the dull turns into sharp stabbing pain. she discreetly rubs at her chest and puts on a toothless smile. this was way she came back, right? resolve the unresolved. it was worse than she thought it would be. " an old habit. " she replies, as if hana wouldn't know the old her. the two of them were two sides of the same coin, constantly pretending. they didn't use to pretend around each other. " i guess the rumors of your return were true. " she gives hana a once over, confirming with her eyes that the real hana is in fact in front of her. " guess that makes us both weirdos, since we both returned. " she gives hana a wink, attempting to be casual.
☾ ❝ don't i know it. ❞ she hums offhandedly, helplessly familiar with all of willow's old tics. the fact that she isn't met with a stone wall is invitation enough for hana to take a seat rather than aimlessly hover. she slides into the familiar booth, pushing her bag into the corner. ❝ ugh, unfortunately. blame it on red creek's weird gravitational pull or whatever. ❞ moving to the opposite side of the country certainly wasn't enough to make small - town michigan feel any less like home. ( well, that & the fact that her reality tv star status could only take her so far. ) she brushes her hair away from her face, offering up a perfectly smile of her own. ❝ when did you get back ? ❞ and why, hana wonders but doesn't ask.
「 ✏️ 」 he shifted his weight, one boot scuffing the floor as he scratched the back of his neck, giving a small, sheepish smile. this place — sisters of the moon — was far from his usual haunts. still, that swinging storefront sign outside had been bothering him for months, rattling in the wind like it had something to say. fixing it up was something he’d planned on offering, just a little gesture for a shop that seemed like it could use a steady hand. he looked down at the card that had practically floated into his path, like it too, was set on catching his attention. “ not usually the kind of thing i’d put much stock in, but… ” he gave a shrug, trying not to look as out of place as he felt. “ i reckon if the cosmos went through the trouble of tossing it at me, i oughta listen, right? ” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, glancing from the card to hana with a curious, almost hesitant expression. “ should i be worried? ”
☾ ❝ smart guy. ❞ hana praises, smiling as she collects the card. it remains face down until she's standing upright again. ❝ who are we to interfere with a hand - delivered message from the universe, right ? ❞ as she flips the card, her eyes scan the scene : a figure turns away from a stack of golden cups, distinctively marking the eight of cups. a bit of her truest self shines through in a moment of recognition, small smile playing on her features. ❝ oooh ! this one's all about turning points. ❞ it's a card she's familiar with; signifies change on the horizon without the foreboding energy people often pair with the tower.
❝ see how they're walking away from it all ? ❞ she tilts it to tommy so he can see the imagery that comes with it. ❝ lots of people think this means there's something you need to let go of to welcome growth. break out the comfort zone & all that stuff. ringing any bells for you ? ❞
𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅. spirituality, destiny, signs from the universe ┈ they all felt like fairy tales people told themselves when life got rough. and life had never been easy on her. her trust in anything beyond 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤 vanished a long time ago, worn down by the relentless challenges she’d faced. the idea that a card could change her path, let alone save her from herself, seemed ridiculous.
so, why she found herself slipping into sisters of the moon just before closing, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆. maybe she was curious, or maybe it was something else she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. but no, she wasn’t guided. she didn’t believe in that kind of thing. logic had seen her through her career in forensics, and logic would keep her grounded here in red creek, even as whispers about the recent murders twisted through town. 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, she often reminded herself. as she wandered through the shop, fingers tracing along shelves lined with crystals, herbs, and strange artifacts, a card suddenly fluttered to the floor by her feet. she paused, brow raised, thinking it was a 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 ┈ probably a way to draw customers into getting a reading. it was a tarot card, lying face up. her arms crossed over her chest defensively, her stance firm. “ alright, humor me, ” she said, against her better judgment. she didn’t know what the card meant, and a part of her 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. but another part, a part buried deep under years of skepticism, felt a prick of 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺 she couldn’t quite shake.
☾ something within her preens at the invitation to go ahead. ❝ let's see what you get, then. ❞ she hums. as she rises back up, she turns the card in her hands. an array of people, some looking defeated as they turn away, a victor ( standing proud but ultimately alone ) , and numerous swords — five of swords, she identifies. hana deflates a bit at the reveal ; why couldn't it be a fun message to share ? a card centered so heavily on themes of betrayal, loss and friction, as if that's something anyone in red creek needed more of this week. a little sigh of frustration leaves her. in a larger spread, there are ways this could morph into a more hopeful mantra — but as a singlet, it's hard to mold in an optimistic direction.
❝ this one means, um– you should tread carefully, for lack of better words. ❞ it's never fun to be the bearer of bad news, especially when the advice was never exactly solicited. ❝ not all battles are better won, you shouldn't follow every means to an end, there's more to see than what benefits your goals— all that sort of stuff. ❞ she frowns a little, pressing the card to her chest. ❝ look, i was just about to leave for the day, but if you had more time– i wouldn't even charge. ❞
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" i thought it was me that was cursed but -- " she's muttering under her breath, only becoming louder for the next part, " i'm starting to think it's this town that's cursed. " willow had chosen to spend halloween in new york with some college friends. she wasn't anticipating coming back into town to find a beloved babysitter murdered. not that she cared for the girl, the liao's never had the luxury of her services.
☾ a familiar voice pulls hana from a monotonous routine. one the would've sparked excitement before now tugs on her heartstrings in a different way — maybe it's guilt from their hastily severed ties. it's a scenario she's purposefully avoided for months & maybe this is divine intervention; a sign to face it head on. willow has a past with another version of hana, one that's hard to get in touch with these days. new hana would face her with a confident smile. ❝ talking to yourself ? ❞ she asks, tone chipper despite the way heart threatens to claw out through her chest. ❝ i wouldn't say cursed. maybe a weirdo - magnet, though. ❞
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☾ the small reading room has become something of a second home to hana. the spot was easy to reclaim even after three years away, almost like the universe saved her a seat. at the end of it all, maybe it was exactly where she was meant to fall— a solo stage to hold her audience's attention, tucked into the back corner of sisters of the moon. she cares for the space like her own home, neatly packing every item into its slot at the end of every shift. as she works through the mental chores list today, a card slips from the deck & flutters from the back room. it lands by a familiar silhouette, to which she trails after; moth to a flame. ❝ totally a sign that you needed to be in here today. looks like you just got a message. ❞ she hums, kneeling down to collect the card. there's a cheery glint in her eyes, ❝ wanna know what it says ? ❞
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