Here she is with Colt, his dad is Marcus Flex( don't ask me why his skintone isn't darker, I don't get it either). Then Addi with Noah, his dad is Marcel McClendon
The Hanged Man is the twelfth trump or Major Arcana card in most traditional Tarot decks.
It depicts a pittura infamante, a shameful image of a traitor being punished in a manner common at the time for traitors in Italy. Some versions portray Judas Iscariot, and include the bags of silver in his hands. Negatively, it portrays the silence of experiencing betrayal, grief, forbidden love, unrequited love, secret love, desperation, jealousy, rejection, self-abuse, the abuse of others, cruelty, desires, wishes, hopes, dreams, needs, wants, sexual orientation and lifestyle, unplanned or unwanted pregnancy, inability to conceive, hate, neglect, lack of courage, injury, death and errors in judgment or choice.
Noah Lambert leaned his back against the wall as he stared at the ballroom in front of him. One of his hands reached for the pocket of his overcoat to fish out a lighter which he flicked to lit the cigarette being held in between his lips. Shortly after, he inhaled the smoke and savored it for a few moments before eventually exhaling it. He was inside that ballroom until just a few minutes ago, where upon finding himself to not be doing all too well within crowds then he decided to retreat.
It's a wedding party yet he felt like wanting to leave already.
The building where the wedding party being held isn't all that too big. There's only a total of 1 big room being rented, the ballroom itself, where the reception and later the party being held. One of the doors of the ballroom connects to the garden outside, where it's directed to outdoor activities, which would where Noah be right now. Shutting his eyes, Noah inhaled the smoke from the smouldering cigarette once again and savored it -- before exhaling.
"I'm sorry, do you mind if I join you for a bit?"
Noah opened his eyes upon hearing the voice addressing him; to find a woman that seemed to be the age of mid-20s to be the one referring to him. The woman is drapped with an oriental gown, a cheongsam if one would rather address it correctly; causing Noah to take note that she's of Asian descent. Her skin is silky and smooth, whereas her hair has been styled into a small bun fitting to the fashion of wearing a cheongsam. Honestly, Noah would think of her as quite attractive. Her canine teeth that seemed to be peeking as she smiled at him gives her a somewhat childish feeling.
"I don't really mind so long you're okay with me smoking."
"Fufu, I don't mind."
The woman leaned her back against the wall just as well, probably about a meter away from Noah's right. It's a little questionable for someone so voluntarily come and greeting a stranger, but Noah chose not to dwell in it too much. At least, he knows that now isn't the right time. Right now is the wedding of someone important to him and he should actually be happy -- yet he find himself unable to even approach the new couple and congratulate them. Despite feeling like that, here he is right now; shying away from the crowds and choosing to stay outside the partying crowd.
Perhaps he just wanted to think that he's a nice person, yet deep inside he already knows that he's anything but nice.
Snorting, Noah exhaled the smoke from his lungs before throwing what's left of the smouldering cigarette he smoked earlier and stomped on it. There's an obvious feeling of anger surging within him, it's directed towards himself. Didn't he make sure that he wouldn't hold any hard feelings should the wedding be hold like this? If anything, isn't it his own fault for saying nothing up until the very end? There's no one to blame but himself. How could he not accept this when he's well aware he did nothing to prevent it? It wasn't his right to say or even do anything.
"You seem displeased."
Noah shifted his sight towards the oriental girl beside him, before forcing a smile somewhat as he replied, "Sorry, I was just reminded of something unpleasant. There's still a lot of work to do and I know I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should actually just enjoy the party right now." -- Blatant lies that he spoke with a forced smile caused his conversation partner to blink once in curiosity. It wasn't the look of doubt; for someone who's well versed in criminology, reading expressions, and also gestures, Noah concluded that it's just a mere curiosity. Although for those unfamiliar to it, it might seem more like a look of doubt.
"I see. Would you mind if I try to lighten your mood a bit? I've been quite fond of divination for a long time, so do you mind if I do a fortune telling about you?"
Noah does not believe in anything supernatural. He's someone who believes in science, a hardcore science fag if one would say. Everything can and will be explained by science; that's the motto he believes in. If there's something that's unable to be explained by science, that simply means the current science humanity has obtained has not reached that level yet. In the course of dozen or maybe hundreds of years, sooner or later, knowledge will overcome everything.
Scientia potentia est -- knowledge is power; such is Noah Lambert.
"I suppose I don't mind if it's just for the purpose of light entertainment," Noah answered as such. He couldn't be all too rude with another guest so despite not believing in something such as fortune telling, he decided to go along with the flow. The oriental woman nodded before pulling out what seemed to be a deck of tarot cards from the pocket of her cheongsam -- it's a deck of cards small enough to not be noticeable even when being put within the pocket of such a party gown.
"It's just a simple reading in the form of entertainment, so please choose three cards after I'm done shuffling."
The oriental woman shuffled the deck of tarot cards for a few seconds before placing it on top of her palms, as if offering it towards Noah. Without thinking much and while arching an eyebrow, Noah randomly picked three cards from the deck before passing it over to her without thinking much about the question. The oriental woman smiled as she stowed away the deck before looking at the 3 cards picked by Noah.
The Hanged Man #12 (Reversed).
The Tower #16.
The Lovers #6 (Reversed).
Something like that couldn't possibly mean much; Noah shrugged as he noticed the oriental woman gave a somewhat serious yet troubled look at the cards. Probably she's trying to make something up from such a shady fortune-telling; that's what Noah is thinking. There's no way something like future could really be predicted, let alone with something as unreliable as fortune-telling. And yet, the next words coming out from the oriental woman caught him off guard.
"Could it be that you're in love with the bride?" -- she asked whilst holding the tarot card of Hanged Man upside down.
Noah widened his eyes in disbelief before feeling cold sweat running against his nape. His body shivered as he tried to find a way to actually answer the question posed against him and yet the oriental woman already spoke: "Reversed Hanged Man. It speaks of silent grief of experiencing betrayal. Infertile wishes. Unachievable dreams. Unrequited love. This is the very first card that you picked and it speaks of your condition."
Nonsense; Noah wanted to say it to be so and yet his words are stuck inside of his throat.
"There is a reason of why you're shying away from the party. You find yourself unable to face the bride, who is someone that you used to love. Or what might be the case is that you're still in love with her. Things happened in your past and one another lead to the current moment. Your love to her is unrequited, most likely because you chose to do nothing. You did not pursue her and yet you're unable to come in terms with that fact."
Nonsense.
How despicable.
What an unearthly conclusion.
Something so illogical couldn't possibly be true.
Those are the words that Noah wanted to say to her; he wanted to deny the blatant truth and yet just like before, words are stuck upon his throat. How could something so insignificant and illogical to be able to correctly guess how he's feeling? It has nothing to do with the science of reading expressions or gestures; there's no way she could deduce as much within the few minutes of meeting and the very little amount of talking between the two. If it were the gesture of him pulling away of the crowds, there could be hundreds of reasons possible -- yet this woman pinned it down straight towards the point.
"How unfortunate. Oh how so unfortunate. So that is why your choice of actions to be such as now."
The oriental woman held out the rest of the cards that Noah picked; it seemed that she has already put the Hanged Man tarot card together with the rest of the deck within her pocket. At the moment, the cards she's showing the Tower and the reversed Lovers. Noah was still trying to calm himself from the shock but he found the oriental woman to be looking straight at him. Her sight is anything but that of feeling pity. Should she be able to do anything, surely she would do something to help him -- that's the kind of look that she's giving to him.
