* ✧ . 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 / sᴡᴇᴇᴛ

☆ ━ ━ DEX TURNED THE CARD OVER, hiding the gruesome front from his eyes. he looked up with a saddened expression towards the girl, reaching out a hand towards her shoulder. “YOU’RE DOOMED,” he said in his bluntest tone, his eyes a bit glossed over. “it can mean an incoming change, but more often than not it means that there is danger, destruction, hurt on the horizon.” he decides to try and give her a better reading, not from the cards, but from his own impression. the spirits do not speak kindly of her future, and dex pulls his hand back from her shoulder. “this can’t be…” he mutters to himself, fear filling his eyes. “DEATH.”

she resisted shaking his hand off her shoulder were it landed, his presence a little bit too much than she wanted to handle. she rolled her eyes as he finally spoke some sense, hand waving off his obvious fright over them. " yeah, yeah, " she spoke, " pretty sure that's what i've been going for since i was a child. " kassidy still pushed the card away from her a ways with her finger, she might of not cared for this physic shit - but she definitely knew not to play with it. her body language perked up at his next words, a smile crossing her face before she turned back to dex. " really ? care to explain ? details, please. "

“is that blood? are you bleeding?”

andi looked a little anxiously over one shoulder and leant a little bit closer. “I’ve told you,” she hissed. “you don’t want to know - and I wouldn’t want to look. what if it says you get hit by a truck tomorrow! not,” she added, hastily knocking twice on the wooden table, “that it does. I haven’t looked, though, so I wouldn’t know.”

scarlett wrinkled her nose, " yeah, that would suck. " despite it, she still let out a groan. " i still think you're being stingy for keeping me in the dark - and i'll have you know, my death is going to be so much better than something like getting ran over by a truck. "

              BARELY  EVEN  TRIES  TO  CONCEAL       a  roll  of  cocoa  pigments,  but  social  politesse  is  more  important  than  poorly - guarded  pique.    “     i  had  to  give  it  a  shot,  didn’t  i     ?     i’ve  heard  flirting  with  the  pretty  librarian  works  WONDERS  sometimes.     ”     he  flashes  another  WINNING  grin,  the  same  he  proffers  to  cashiers  and  the  sixty - year - old  waitress  who  serves  him  lukewarm  coffee  alike.     “     ah,  yes.  i’m  sure  that  SO  MANY  of  our  darling  population  are  absolutely  dying  to  read  george     &     brigman’s  constructive  anatomy.  how  terribly  rude  of  me.     ”       (      is  that  a  jest  in  his  tone     ?     perhaps  it’s  just  the  dim  lighting,  but  there  almost  appears  to  be  a  sparkle  in  deep  irises.     )

andi immediately threw up her hands. “oh, no, no way. you know I don’t look at that shit.” she looked sulky. “anyway,” she muttered, knowing full well she looked exactly what she was: in denial, “it’s not real. it doesn’t mean anything.”

scarlett felt her eyes roll, her stare pointed towards the other girl knowingly. " please, yeah right, " she spoke, " i'm just wanting to know if my path to hell is still smooth sailing, andi, you gotta give me something here. "

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☆ ━ ━ DEX DELICATELY PLACED HIS TAROT CARDS ON THE PARK TABLE. they were his least favorite mechanism to use to tell the future, but they worked in a pinch. he hadn’t eaten something all day, the needs of the spirits required him more than his stomach required food. he closed his eyes, picking out cards one by one to be laid in a specific order. each one unbeknownst to him, or the spirits and such that called inside of his mind. “THE TOWER,” he cried, pushing himself back from the table. “all will crumble and fall. all will stumble and crawl,” he rhymed, his voice soft.

scarlett could not tell you how she ended up in half of the situations she found herself in, especially this one. she was minding her own dang business, as hard as that might seem to be true. and now here she was, sitting on a park bench with eyes glued on cards that seemed meaningless to her but apparently she was wrong. it would be a lie if she said she didn't jump back from the table when dex finally spoke, her eyes moving from the card to his face as she heard him spoke. it was a good second before she finally spoke, eyes wide and confused. " what the fu- " she mumbled off, mouth wide open as she tried to replay what he said back. " honestly, i don't even think i want to ask you what you just meant. but, because i'm a nosy bitch, what did you just say ? " then an added, " in english, please. "

                cliff raised a brow as he was met with fiery hair and dark orbs, scarlett. the corner of his lips twitched slightly, the closest they ever got to a genuine smile. “you should know that you don’t have to go running into me to catch my attention.” he mused, unashamedly scanning the girl once over. “but i’m flattered – really.” 

“definitely more whatnot than busy,” said Andi, wincing at the thought of all the essays she had piling up. She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. It was almost cold. “I can believe it,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “I’m a delight.”

" such a delight, truly, " a serious tone to her voice that didn't match the smile on her face. " any future thing you're using whatnots to avoid ? " her question was casual, knowing full well andi would not budge and tell her crap but - scarlett was never one to give up.

andi hid a smile behind the rim of her coffee cup - she did have a reputation to uphold, after-all. “much worse since you came over,” she said, conversationally, and then she couldn’t help it, and grinned at her friend. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

scarlett smiled at her success in getting the other girl to smile herself, notching a win for herself mentally. " perfect ! " she said delightfully, " been busy, i guess ? working and whatnot. more of whatnot. can you believe i actually missed you ? "

                     with his shift at the funeral parlour over, cliff let out a heavy sigh as he exited the building. it had been a ( L O N G )  day, and he almost resembled one of the dead himself, but it wasn’t without reward. in his hand he clasped a brooch; his suit pocket already containing two bedazzled rings. he had no idea how much they were worth, but he’d soon find out. he tossed the brooch in his hand as he walked, his eyes admiring how it shone in the fading daylight, when he felt himself BUMP into somebody. “watch where you’re walkin’” he spat out, lifting his head to glare at the stranger with icy blue eyes.

    Grant started to follow and SCRUNCHED up his face at the mention of 50 shades. “If I wanted some abusive, media friendly, straight bdsm fantasy love story bs, maybe, but I think I’d like something a little better.” He glanced at all the books as they walked past. “I’m not usually into ROMANCE, but if there’s a couple that at least look relatively h a p p y, I’ll look through reviews and give them a try. I’m kinda tired of the sad ones.” He’d taken longer than he wanted to start coming into the library, but he’d been busy with UPROOTING his life and trying to get his shit together at the salon. It was nice to finally visit though. Despite the ridiculous books, the library was always somewhere he used to go when he needed SOLACE away from home. 

andi rolled her eyes massively. nothing she said, however rude, got rid of scarlett, though, and deep down she was grateful for it. “of course,” she said sarcastically, “I forgot, you’re perfect all-round. thank you for blessing me with your presence.”

scarlett crossed her legs as she settled comfortably in her seat, hand pushing her hair back over her shoulder as she did so. smiling at her favorite fortune teller, scarlett nodded to her, " oh, no need to compliment me - well, unless you insist. " scarlett fiddled with the sugar packets on the table, " so, how's things going ? terrible, i hope. "

         — — —     SIGNATURE  HALF - MOON  SMILE      is  already  alight  upon  bitten  brims  before  he  even  steps  through  public  threshold.  it’s  his  modus  operandi  at  this  point     ;     crooked,  bashful  little  simper  that’s  been  winning  hearts  since  he  was  younger  than  he  can  remember  and  sometimes,  it’s  genuine.  sometimes  there’s  a  reason  that  he  bites  back  a  smile,  but  today  its  purpose  holds  no  genuine  warmth.     “     i,  uh,  i  need  to  return  some  books.  i’ve  had  them  a  bit  longer  than  normal,  i’m  terribly  sorry.     ”     charms  are  laid  on  THICK  today,  accompanied  by  tender  twinkle  in  deep  hues  and  a  carefully - placed  thumb  over  a  conspicuous  STAIN.

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    “Did you know there’s a book here on pickles? literally just all about pickles.” He pulled the book out to show here and made a  h u h  noise before putting it back and glancing at some of the titles. “You know, if I had your job, I’m pretty sure half the time I’d just try and find the WEIRDEST books out there. People really can make a book about anything,” He then proceeded to pull out a murder mystery book with the title “LOL Vampire” and made a face. “Anything,” He sighed. “Actually, I was looking for a specific book though. Do you know if they have like an LGBT section here? My gay senses are tingling, so I’m in the mood for a ROMANCE.”

“look at this. in my hand. this is a coffee cup. if I’m drinking from a coffee cup, that means I don’t wanna talk to you. got it?”