[ And she winks. (Astro-Reaper would go so hard though...)
She gives a little shrug of her own, taking the card back and toying with it, and then it's gone in a quick flicker of golden light. They're just a means to an end, really; you flip the right card, take advantage of the dark or the light, and use it to your advantage. If she can twist some cards and stars to be on her side so she can keep her loved ones safe? She'll take it.
But the fortune telling? Fate's never so clear-cut. If it was, it'd have told her everything up until now, and there'd be so much more she could've prevented. Hope feels distant, even now.
Another smile shows up, a bit more wry this time. ]
See? You've got enough hope for the both of us right now. That's going to be important in a place like this, I think.
[ The hardened and drawn faces of the others in this little motel have told her enough. This place isn't kind to those who show up. The long stretches of dusty roads, lacking true greenery, feel lifeless and ashen. ]
also I don't know what I'm doing, idk if those cards are fully tarot /wobbly hands
[ And she winks. (Astro-Reaper would go so hard though...)
She gives a little shrug of her own, taking the card back and toying with it, and then it's gone in a quick flicker of golden light. They're just a means to an end, really; you flip the right card, take advantage of the dark or the light, and use it to your advantage. If she can twist some cards and stars to be on her side so she can keep her loved ones safe? She'll take it.
But the fortune telling? Fate's never so clear-cut. If it was, it'd have told her everything up until now, and there'd be so much more she could've prevented. Hope feels distant, even now.
Another smile shows up, a bit more wry this time. ]
See? You've got enough hope for the both of us right now. That's going to be important in a place like this, I think.
[ The hardened and drawn faces of the others in this little motel have told her enough. This place isn't kind to those who show up. The long stretches of dusty roads, lacking true greenery, feel lifeless and ashen. ]
It feels like hope's in short supply around here.