iii. the empress | fertility, love, beauty, abundance
The Empress is beautiful but elusive, the ideal of beauty and a nurturing partner. On her head, she wears a crown of stars to show her connection to the mystical realm and the cycles of the natural world. She is a symbol of grace and love, pleasure and luxury, and could serve to signify the "birth" of a new era.
He remembered all the partying and the laughing and the drinking.
What he didn’t remember was dancing.
Did he not dance with Akaashi?
Speaking of the mage, Bokuto had no idea where Akaashi was. He had no idea what time the party had ended either, but judging from the glaring sunlight slicing through his line of sight through the window, it must’ve been noon already. How long had he been asleep for?
He wrestled on a pair of trousers that he hoped were actually his own, hopping all over the room on one foot trying not to crash into his bedpost. Everything was just slightly too loud for him. The wind tapping against the windowpane. The thud of his own foot hitting the floor. The sound of his own blood rushing up to his head. Too loud. Ugh.
In his attempt to blow the stiff stray tufts of hair out of his own face, he stepped on something pointy and hard, eliciting a yelp. He scooped up the mask, making a face as he tried to make sense of it through his hungover stupor.
The dark purple. The glimmering coating. The brown and white feathers.
Akaashi!
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