When The Knights Are Just Grown Men with Poor Impulse Control
Knight of Wands: He has three unfinished screenplays, a plan to run a 10k next week, and a motorcycle he can’t pay for. He texts "u up?" at 3am then forgets to reply.
Knight of Cups: He shows up with a mixtape, a long sigh, and a vague apology. A single handsome tear is shed. Because You’re so beautiful when you’re mad, baby.
Knight of Swords: He argued with his boss, started a podcast, forgot to eat, and picked a fight on a default subreddit. Then he speed-read four books and rolled his eyes at the contents. You recommended one of them.
Knight of Pentacles: He means so well. He's still doing the dishes from March. He won’t text back until he’s sure he can commit to a semicolon or an em dash.
Tag yourself. I’m Knight of Swords with Knight of Cups rising.
