❝ BEFORE YOU GO, one last task, if you'll indulge me. pick a card. ❞ slender, snow - kissed fingers swiftly opens the deck of tarot cards on the wood, frigid table placed between them; so quickly, as if it was a dance movement that was so deeply rooted inside her core, it felt as if she had done it as a reflex. she knows how the other is going to react; it's predicted, foreseen — the stubbornness of soul is a prophecy. 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊. ❝ no, no, not like that. not impulsively. not without thought. let them work on you. look into my eyes. believe. ❞
𝖋𝖔𝖗 @malefcient 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖈.