you put your arms around me and i'm home
If it wasn’t for Eros pressed into his side, he probably would not have stayed so long in that tent. Aion wasn’t one for fairytales or fortune; the future was better left a surprise, lest he bring more bad luck down on himself.
But something in the mare’s silvery eyes and gravely voice had him captivated. As much as he might have wanted to leave, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, until the reading was over. He kept his eyes on Eros as she spoke, letting her words wash over them.
He was all but sober in an instant.
“Thank you,” he told her, rising to his feet and directing Eros from the tent - but he isn’t sure what he is thankful for. The air outside is crisp and refreshing, and he takes a moment to breathe deeply.
“I’m not sure,” he tells his beloved, as they begin to walk again. “Do you believe in fortune telling?”
The cards’ faces burn brightly in his mind: a butterfly rising from the sticks, a cup glowing with light and life, four swords pointing down on a lamb.
Congratulations.
Somehow he knew, that was one experience he was not soon to forget.
walk. "talk."
we doing gooooooood
@Eros
rhiaan / sid
