#luminour

“Well look at that,” Zeev chuckled, brushing a few blond strands of hair back before pointing at the card right in front of them. “It’s Strength.” 

In all honesty, the pull was all but surprising for him. Considering Nour’s profession, being ambitious and tenacious was a given. “It’s less considered as physical strength,” he explained, moving closer to the edge of the table, resting his elbows on the wood. “You’re able to conquer your own fears and worries, but you need to be patient with yourself. You do got all that you need to be victorious in all your endeavours, but to achieve them compassion and focus is the key.” A soft smile tugged at his lips and he nodded reassuringly. “Harness your strength, don’t limit yourself, just keep your mind in balance with your soul.”

Zeev grabbed the card, depicting a woman and a lion, reversing it slowly. “Or else this card will look like this soon enough, forcing you to learn from your mistakes.” Slowly, he pushed the card back into the deck and stored them neatly. “What a positive one, really.” He shrugged light-heartedly. “You’re not one to shy away from speaking your mind, are you? At least that’s what Strength implies as well.”

@luminour asked : 🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance .

@luminour asked : 🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth .

There's a peculiar smell in the air. Perfumes clashing, fighting to cover up the scent of sweat and exertion; something earthy, something that reeks of soil and bark and shadow that follows Odette wherever she goes.

Nour is composed despite it all, somehow always managing to look mismatched against her surroundings in a way that implies she's above it, rather than outside of it.

Odette grins, wiping some of the sweat off her brow. “Sincerity can be learned,” she says, “if you're determined enough.” And no one could ever accuse Nour of being undetermined.