'Course there are. And that's one morning closer to Second Christmas.
[Which is like second breakfast, but with fewer Hobbits, more presents, and no judgey Sean Bean to ruin the fun. Or steal the ring. Fucker best not be stealing any mamahecking rings around Dave come Second Christmas.
He links his hands together behind her back, swaying his weight slowly from foot to foot, glad for the way she fits into him no matter where they are, no matter what they weather (or what the weather, for that matter). He's content, for the moment, to hold her and be held, and to look at the two mugs together on the coffee table, marshmallows melting into fluff, steam rising side by side.
Click. He pretends he's Cam Jansen, taking pictures with his brain, then rubs his face into her hair like a cat hungry for pets.]
And there's good stuff waiting for us right now, but we gotta go get your cards first, and maybe the extra blankets, and I'd pick you up and carry you except I'm still not as buff as Silver, do you still love me and my noodle arms. Meridiaaannaaaa.
Mmm. Perhaps we ought to spare your noodle arms and make our way there with your dancing feet, instead.
[Given that, with the way they're standing together, they're frankly just one balloon's-width of Room For Jesus™ away from being the cutest couple at the middle school dance, as it is.
She makes the first move, though, swaying them a little more emphatically in the direction of their room, fully certain he'll follow along. Funny, isn't it, how it feels so natural to lead half the time, when once she would've believed that following prettily was all she would ever be capable of doing.]
I really don't mind it, you know, that you don't carry me like Silver does. I don't want you to be him any more than I'd have him trying to be you. I like you for you...noodle arms and all.
[He does know, and that's important. Dave says it with a comfortable, almost sing-song cadence; it's not bluster to cover up the usual insecurity.
A year and a half can change so much.
He half-dances with her over to their room and hip-checks the door open, because letting go is for squares, and Dave's geometric aesthetic leans more towards lines and circles except when he's literally all hearts about Meridiana.]
Also, if I got too swole, then Silver wouldn't be able to pick up me, and that would be a tragedy. I like our current arrangement. Also, then I'd have to buy all new shirts, and that store in Lumiose still won't let me in.
Which is quite the pity, since it's a lovely store.
[Yeah, you better believe she's gotten herself into there before, generally with the help of Silver and a little bit of creative fibbing, accompanied with her personal poise and recollection of exactly how a haughty royal from Ye Olde Englande acts in the face of someone daring to imply they aren't allowed in somewhere.
Once they're in their room, though, she catches hold of Dave's hand and does a little twirl and spin out to arm's length, which takes her far enough into the room to pluck up her deck of tarot cards and twirl right back again into his arms.]
But I like your shirts as they are, too. They're terribly comfortable, I've found, the few times I've borrowed them.
[She casts her gaze up, offering him a hint of a coy grin. Laundry theft is the best theft, and especially so when it's your girlfriend-soon-to-be-fiancee doing the thefting.]
[Girlfriancée laundry theft is one of those romcom tropes that get Dave every time, and she has to know that. That look says she definitely knows that. He presses his lips together, but his eyes crinkle with unsmiled smiling.]
The few times?
[He curls his arm around her and leans in to kiss her brow, then her nose.]
I'm just saying, what's mine is yours, Miss Meridiana. And, house rule, if you find it lying around the place it's extra yours, and since I'm pretty sure you've tripped over me under the kotatsu a couple times, I guess we can say what's me is yours, too.
[That smile is less unsmiled, now, and more right there and taking over his face.]
And that includes my shirts. For n number times, up to infinity. Forever. Also, they look cuter on you anyway.
It only makes sense, really. If your shirts are mine, then it only stands to reason that what's inside them is mine, too.
[Spoilers: what's inside them is Dave. Dave is hers. Dave, smiling, unwinding, finding solace right along with her on a night that had started out so difficult and lonely for the both of them.
Step by step, she dances and sways them back to the couch and their coffee table, where by now the marshmallows have probably melted into sticky foam and the cocoa has cooled to a pleasant drinking temperature; the proper positioning for a reading would have the two of them on opposite sides of the table, facing each other, but they'll just have to do a variation on that theme because there's still no way she's letting him go, much less having any intention of trying to escape from his arms.]
...When you draw the cards, for the spread, you'll need to hold a question in your mind. Something you — we, really — wish to have answered. Do you have some thought of what that will be...?
[Yeah, no, Dave is going to sit right next to her for maximum cuddle area. She already said it: It's a reading for them more than it is for him. He's just taking on most of the asker role so that she can clear her mind properly.
Speaking of which. He closes his eyes, thinks over the wording of his question, and nods.]
Yeah. Do I tell it to you, or will that be distracting before I draw?
[His eyelids drift half-closed as he draws, pausing before each card to make sure it feels right, that it's the one to which his intuition draws him. He's wondered in the past if that's something that draws Knights and Seers together--a way of seeing the world with the heart, not the head, and not being able to explain for all the words they have. Or maybe it's a Derse dreamer thing.
Or maybe it's just Dave and Meridiana, and the way they fit together more than just arm in arm.
So he draws their ten cards, letting Meridiana place them where they need to be, watching their hands in motion on the table before he speaks.]
What do we need to look for to know what's safe, here.
[Can't just ask the cards, "Help, what do," after all.]
[She reaches for his hand again once the cards are placed, needing only one to do her turning-over, and wanting the two of them to be united through woven fingers while she does it.]
This is a fine spread for a question like that. The first six cards here, in the cross — they're for a clear picture of how things stand for us, at the moment. Then the last four here, they're more...directed. For showing a way forward, if you will.
[She reaches for the card in the center of the cross, the first that Dave laid, and turns it over, leaning over the tabletop a bit to frown at it.]
The Four of Pentacles, reversed. That's...hardly surprising, really, to begin with. This first position is about the state of things at the present moment, and the Four of Pentacles is all about control — possessiveness, greed, but also self-protection. It's...needing to be in control of a situation, to find stability. And it's curious, I suppose, because the pentacles are the suit of wealth, but here we are in a city that hasn't any currency at all — and that's been bothering you too, hasn't it?
[Dave fidgets a little, getting more comfortable in his seat, looking at the cards as Meridiana translates their language for him.]
Money's... I was worried, when we first got here especially, because the world... You can't do anything without money. Or things that people want. And we just got here.
[Cash is another form of power he's no longer afraid of having. Or at least, less afraid of having than he is of its lack.
Also, he just freaking likes money, okay? Don't judge him, Pentacles, you don't know his life.]
It's a disadvantage, but I guess it doesn't matter, since the essentials are supposedly free. Which is stupid, but to our benefit right now. Probably.
I think it does matter, though, moreso than it might seem. That's why it's bothering you; it wouldn't be, if it were just nothing.
[She leans toward him a little, bumping shoulders with him before reaching to turn over the second card in the spread.
Once, upon seeing the card she turns over, she might've been surprised or even a little upset. In this spread, at this time, in this place with this question, she's hardly even surprised.]
Of course it'd be the Tower in the next position. If the Four of Pentacles represents the situation we're in at the moment, then this next one represents the problem facing us — the one thing that, if it were resolved, would settle the question you asked in the beginning.
...The Tower is about sudden changes and upheavals. It's about disrupting one's security, upsetting one's stability. It's...a setback. Something we'd had being damaged by forces beyond our control — like the tower being struck by the lightning — and something we'd counted on falling down unexpectedly, leaving us to start from scratch.
I suppose in a way it's a good sign, these first two cards. If it's this accurate so far, it's likely the rest will be as well.
[Dave considers that pseudo-optimism, picks up his hot chocolate for a long sip, puts it back down, and then cozies up to Meridiana even more adhesively, wrapping both arms around her middle so she can use both hands, not unlike how she held him earlier.
He's still chewing the money question over, why it bothers him so much. And he thinks he knows: the fifth week, when the provisions they'd relied on had been poisoned and taken away so easily, because they had no control over it. And further back, Bro and their kitchen full of lethal weaponry and not much else, the years he'd learned to 'forget' food around his room so he could always find something to snack on, just in case.
Greed and control. Maybe Meridiana already made that connection. She knows him well enough. Dave rests his cheek on her crown and sighs a little.]
If this is distracting, elbow me in the pancreas. I'm just trying to prepare my body to get read like hell all over again.
I'm sure I haven't even the slightest idea where your pancreas is, to begin with.
[It tickles a little, the way he snares her with his arms; even now it's always a little strange to feel things that make contact with her midsection, after years of corsets acting like a barricade and months of shame making her loath to think about the things that had been done to her to keep her body alive.
She reaches for the third card, resting her fingers atop it, but doesn't flip it just yet.]
This one will be about the past. Not just strictly things that led up to this moment, but things in the past that may be influencing things in the present — likely this one won't come as too much of a surprise, either.
[Except that she is surprised when she turns over the Queen of Wands, having evidently been steeling herself for something else.]
...Oh.
[She flushes a little, casting her eyes low.]
You're...do you recall this card? How the court cards sometimes mean particular people? This one is me...
[Oh, no. She's cute. Dave huffles a laugh and snuggles onto her more securely. Congratulations, yet again, on bagging a koala for a future husband, Meridiana Everett.]
Yes, cards, Meridiana kind of influences my present as well as being an important figure from before on account of being with me through a bunch of things, and also being here now. Keep it up.
[Even seeing the card representation of Meridiana entwined in his life cheers Dave up. She has that effect on him, always.]
What's it mean, though? I mean, of course you influence me, and if you weren't here I'd probably have gone off the rails entirely when I showed up. But obviously I'd situate you in our present rather than the past.
Well...it might mean a few things, really. Likely it's more than one.
[She hums softly, tapping the tips of her fingers together while she basks in the comfort of being snuggled and tries not to let it distract her too much from the task at hand.]
The most straightforward is likely that...well, your fears and your need to control the situation we've found ourselves in, that's being influenced by...something that happened to me in the past. Perhaps...a desire not to see history repeat itself.
[The way she brings it up is roundabout, which is honestly probably as much for her own sake as it is for Dave's, all things considered.]
But in another sense, the question you asked was, "what do we look for, to know we're safe", and — well. You chose me. I'm —
[She hesitates, thinking of his reactions to Dirk and Giorno, how she'd moved to mitigate their tensions, how she'd tried to protect him.]
It's a double-edged sword, I think. You're more afraid than you might've been otherwise because of me...but you think you're stronger than you might've been otherwise because of me, too.
[He's not really going anywhere or even moving, but it still feels like he has to slow down to digest everything she's saying. They're heavier truths than before. But eventually:]
Yes.
[To either. To both.]
There's things you can do that I can't. And... there's things you do, for me, just by being here, that I'd fall apart without. So... if one of us has to be here, it's good that it's both of us. As a team.
[They're each other's knights. Each other's handmaidens. He remembers being with her after every trial like that.]
But yeah. I don't think I can go through anything like that again. And I wouldn't want you to, either.
[She shakes her head, turning away from the cards for a moment to transition from simply being held to clinging a little more properly.]
I'd rather be with you. Even if it's harder, or more dangerous. Because I'd fall apart without you, too. I always did, a little bit, when you and Silver would go away. A bit of me would always be gone, until you came home again.
[She muses then, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how different and astonishing it is from everything she'd once known, to hear Dave make a decision like that so impulsively and yet so sincerely. Once upon a time there was an expectation that something like that would be her duty, not her lover's; it would be her role to change her life to better suit his mood, and not the other way around.
She's so lucky, she thinks. She'll never take for granted how fortunate she is, to be alive and to have this.]
Only if it's for your sake, too. Only if it makes you as happy as it'd make me.
[Because it would, of course. She won't try to conceal that; it'd be disingenuous to, anyway.]
With things being what they are at the moment, it seems we'll have the chance to try it out for the time being, won't we...?
We were so very spoiled all along and never knew it, with the five thousand Flareons.
[And with the part about being together. They're spoiled rotten on that, too, and it feels majestic.
But eventually she comes back around to the cards on the table, and when she flips over the next one, it's less deliberately and more with a kind of lazy contentment born of a lot of snuggling.]
Oh. That's a good sign — you've drawn Judgement in the future. Judgement upright, in particular, is a good thing to see in a spread like this; if the Tower was about a change beyond our control that took us back to the beginning, of sorts, then Judgement here is about a change that creates something new and wonderful. It's...finding peace, absolution. Making a change for the better, finding a new direction. Opening yourself up to a new possibility.
[She hums a little, tipping her head as she finds the words she wants.]
If the Tower is the fire, then Judgement is the phoenix reemerging from the ashes, as it were.
[He does, but also he likes that Meridiana likes it. Honestly, Meridiana could read their cards without explaining things to him, and in the meantime, he'd read Meridiana and come out with about the same emotional reaction, anyway.]
I guess I wasn't really looking at this place as, like. A hotbed of opportunity. You know? It seemed so... I don't know. Barren. Like people weren't meant to be here.
[But that sounds creepy, and he shakes his head.]
Sorry. Probably I was just wigging out because it wasn't home and thinking extra negatively about the situation.
[Four cards in, and the reading's already changing how he views their circumstances.]
...You weren't the only one who was afraid, Dave. You're still not.
[And she's back to leaning heavily on him again, like a cuddle vampire, soothing her own ragged nerves with familiar things like his warmth and the soft fabric of his clothes against her skin.]
It's why it's good we're doing this, isn't it? It's...helpful. It's showing us things neither of us saw ourselves, isn't it...?
[Dave firms his grip around her, supportive and solid, and reaches down for a moment to grip one of her hands. His fingers weave through hers to make something stronger of both of them.]
We're not helpless. We got our eyes open. A Seer and a Knight of Time, that's a pretty damn near unbeatable combination, together. [He rests his closed eyes in her hair. All he can smell or feel is her scent, the warmth of her small, living body.] And I got no intention of being anything but together. You?
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[Which is like second breakfast, but with fewer Hobbits, more presents, and no judgey Sean Bean to ruin the fun. Or steal the ring. Fucker best not be stealing any mamahecking rings around Dave come Second Christmas.
He links his hands together behind her back, swaying his weight slowly from foot to foot, glad for the way she fits into him no matter where they are, no matter what they weather (or what the weather, for that matter). He's content, for the moment, to hold her and be held, and to look at the two mugs together on the coffee table, marshmallows melting into fluff, steam rising side by side.
Click. He pretends he's Cam Jansen, taking pictures with his brain, then rubs his face into her hair like a cat hungry for pets.]
And there's good stuff waiting for us right now, but we gotta go get your cards first, and maybe the extra blankets, and I'd pick you up and carry you except I'm still not as buff as Silver, do you still love me and my noodle arms. Meridiaaannaaaa.
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[Given that, with the way they're standing together, they're frankly just one balloon's-width of Room For Jesus™ away from being the cutest couple at the middle school dance, as it is.
She makes the first move, though, swaying them a little more emphatically in the direction of their room, fully certain he'll follow along. Funny, isn't it, how it feels so natural to lead half the time, when once she would've believed that following prettily was all she would ever be capable of doing.]
I really don't mind it, you know, that you don't carry me like Silver does. I don't want you to be him any more than I'd have him trying to be you. I like you for you...noodle arms and all.
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[He does know, and that's important. Dave says it with a comfortable, almost sing-song cadence; it's not bluster to cover up the usual insecurity.
A year and a half can change so much.
He half-dances with her over to their room and hip-checks the door open, because letting go is for squares, and Dave's geometric aesthetic leans more towards lines and circles except when he's literally all hearts about Meridiana.]
Also, if I got too swole, then Silver wouldn't be able to pick up me, and that would be a tragedy. I like our current arrangement. Also, then I'd have to buy all new shirts, and that store in Lumiose still won't let me in.
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[Yeah, you better believe she's gotten herself into there before, generally with the help of Silver and a little bit of creative fibbing, accompanied with her personal poise and recollection of exactly how a haughty royal from Ye Olde Englande acts in the face of someone daring to imply they aren't allowed in somewhere.
Once they're in their room, though, she catches hold of Dave's hand and does a little twirl and spin out to arm's length, which takes her far enough into the room to pluck up her deck of tarot cards and twirl right back again into his arms.]
But I like your shirts as they are, too. They're terribly comfortable, I've found, the few times I've borrowed them.
[She casts her gaze up, offering him a hint of a coy grin. Laundry theft is the best theft, and especially so when it's your girlfriend-soon-to-be-fiancee doing the thefting.]
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The few times?
[He curls his arm around her and leans in to kiss her brow, then her nose.]
I'm just saying, what's mine is yours, Miss Meridiana. And, house rule, if you find it lying around the place it's extra yours, and since I'm pretty sure you've tripped over me under the kotatsu a couple times, I guess we can say what's me is yours, too.
[That smile is less unsmiled, now, and more right there and taking over his face.]
And that includes my shirts. For n number times, up to infinity. Forever. Also, they look cuter on you anyway.
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[Spoilers: what's inside them is Dave. Dave is hers. Dave, smiling, unwinding, finding solace right along with her on a night that had started out so difficult and lonely for the both of them.
Step by step, she dances and sways them back to the couch and their coffee table, where by now the marshmallows have probably melted into sticky foam and the cocoa has cooled to a pleasant drinking temperature; the proper positioning for a reading would have the two of them on opposite sides of the table, facing each other, but they'll just have to do a variation on that theme because there's still no way she's letting him go, much less having any intention of trying to escape from his arms.]
...When you draw the cards, for the spread, you'll need to hold a question in your mind. Something you — we, really — wish to have answered. Do you have some thought of what that will be...?
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Speaking of which. He closes his eyes, thinks over the wording of his question, and nods.]
Yeah. Do I tell it to you, or will that be distracting before I draw?
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[She starts to outline the positioning on the surface of the coffee table, card by card.]
And then, once they're all laid. Then tell me, and we'll see.
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[His eyelids drift half-closed as he draws, pausing before each card to make sure it feels right, that it's the one to which his intuition draws him. He's wondered in the past if that's something that draws Knights and Seers together--a way of seeing the world with the heart, not the head, and not being able to explain for all the words they have. Or maybe it's a Derse dreamer thing.
Or maybe it's just Dave and Meridiana, and the way they fit together more than just arm in arm.
So he draws their ten cards, letting Meridiana place them where they need to be, watching their hands in motion on the table before he speaks.]
What do we need to look for to know what's safe, here.
[Can't just ask the cards, "Help, what do," after all.]
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This is a fine spread for a question like that. The first six cards here, in the cross — they're for a clear picture of how things stand for us, at the moment. Then the last four here, they're more...directed. For showing a way forward, if you will.
[She reaches for the card in the center of the cross, the first that Dave laid, and turns it over, leaning over the tabletop a bit to frown at it.]
The Four of Pentacles, reversed. That's...hardly surprising, really, to begin with. This first position is about the state of things at the present moment, and the Four of Pentacles is all about control — possessiveness, greed, but also self-protection. It's...needing to be in control of a situation, to find stability. And it's curious, I suppose, because the pentacles are the suit of wealth, but here we are in a city that hasn't any currency at all — and that's been bothering you too, hasn't it?
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[Dave fidgets a little, getting more comfortable in his seat, looking at the cards as Meridiana translates their language for him.]
Money's... I was worried, when we first got here especially, because the world... You can't do anything without money. Or things that people want. And we just got here.
[Cash is another form of power he's no longer afraid of having. Or at least, less afraid of having than he is of its lack.
Also, he just freaking likes money, okay? Don't judge him, Pentacles, you don't know his life.]
It's a disadvantage, but I guess it doesn't matter, since the essentials are supposedly free. Which is stupid, but to our benefit right now. Probably.
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[She leans toward him a little, bumping shoulders with him before reaching to turn over the second card in the spread.
Once, upon seeing the card she turns over, she might've been surprised or even a little upset. In this spread, at this time, in this place with this question, she's hardly even surprised.]
Of course it'd be the Tower in the next position. If the Four of Pentacles represents the situation we're in at the moment, then this next one represents the problem facing us — the one thing that, if it were resolved, would settle the question you asked in the beginning.
...The Tower is about sudden changes and upheavals. It's about disrupting one's security, upsetting one's stability. It's...a setback. Something we'd had being damaged by forces beyond our control — like the tower being struck by the lightning — and something we'd counted on falling down unexpectedly, leaving us to start from scratch.
I suppose in a way it's a good sign, these first two cards. If it's this accurate so far, it's likely the rest will be as well.
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[Dave considers that pseudo-optimism, picks up his hot chocolate for a long sip, puts it back down, and then cozies up to Meridiana even more adhesively, wrapping both arms around her middle so she can use both hands, not unlike how she held him earlier.
He's still chewing the money question over, why it bothers him so much. And he thinks he knows: the fifth week, when the provisions they'd relied on had been poisoned and taken away so easily, because they had no control over it. And further back, Bro and their kitchen full of lethal weaponry and not much else, the years he'd learned to 'forget' food around his room so he could always find something to snack on, just in case.
Greed and control. Maybe Meridiana already made that connection. She knows him well enough. Dave rests his cheek on her crown and sighs a little.]
If this is distracting, elbow me in the pancreas. I'm just trying to prepare my body to get read like hell all over again.
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[It tickles a little, the way he snares her with his arms; even now it's always a little strange to feel things that make contact with her midsection, after years of corsets acting like a barricade and months of shame making her loath to think about the things that had been done to her to keep her body alive.
She reaches for the third card, resting her fingers atop it, but doesn't flip it just yet.]
This one will be about the past. Not just strictly things that led up to this moment, but things in the past that may be influencing things in the present — likely this one won't come as too much of a surprise, either.
[Except that she is surprised when she turns over the Queen of Wands, having evidently been steeling herself for something else.]
...Oh.
[She flushes a little, casting her eyes low.]
You're...do you recall this card? How the court cards sometimes mean particular people? This one is me...
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Yes, cards, Meridiana kind of influences my present as well as being an important figure from before on account of being with me through a bunch of things, and also being here now. Keep it up.
[Even seeing the card representation of Meridiana entwined in his life cheers Dave up. She has that effect on him, always.]
What's it mean, though? I mean, of course you influence me, and if you weren't here I'd probably have gone off the rails entirely when I showed up. But obviously I'd situate you in our present rather than the past.
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[She hums softly, tapping the tips of her fingers together while she basks in the comfort of being snuggled and tries not to let it distract her too much from the task at hand.]
The most straightforward is likely that...well, your fears and your need to control the situation we've found ourselves in, that's being influenced by...something that happened to me in the past. Perhaps...a desire not to see history repeat itself.
[The way she brings it up is roundabout, which is honestly probably as much for her own sake as it is for Dave's, all things considered.]
But in another sense, the question you asked was, "what do we look for, to know we're safe", and — well. You chose me. I'm —
[She hesitates, thinking of his reactions to Dirk and Giorno, how she'd moved to mitigate their tensions, how she'd tried to protect him.]
It's a double-edged sword, I think. You're more afraid than you might've been otherwise because of me...but you think you're stronger than you might've been otherwise because of me, too.
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Yes.
[To either. To both.]
There's things you can do that I can't. And... there's things you do, for me, just by being here, that I'd fall apart without. So... if one of us has to be here, it's good that it's both of us. As a team.
[They're each other's knights. Each other's handmaidens. He remembers being with her after every trial like that.]
But yeah. I don't think I can go through anything like that again. And I wouldn't want you to, either.
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[She shakes her head, turning away from the cards for a moment to transition from simply being held to clinging a little more properly.]
I'd rather be with you. Even if it's harder, or more dangerous. Because I'd fall apart without you, too. I always did, a little bit, when you and Silver would go away. A bit of me would always be gone, until you came home again.
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[It's like a sigh or a prayer. A little bit of wonder; a little of relief, and love. He rests his temple against hers.]
Then I quit. I'll go to school full-time and stay with you.
[As easy as that.
'I swear when I grow up, I won't just buy you a rose / I will buy the flower shop and you will never be lonely.']
Soon as we get home, I'll tell them.
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She's so lucky, she thinks. She'll never take for granted how fortunate she is, to be alive and to have this.]
Only if it's for your sake, too. Only if it makes you as happy as it'd make me.
[Because it would, of course. She won't try to conceal that; it'd be disingenuous to, anyway.]
With things being what they are at the moment, it seems we'll have the chance to try it out for the time being, won't we...?
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Well, it doesn't look like school's a thing here, either, so it looks like my entrée into formal education's on hold. Again.
[Because he can't get enough contact, ever, Dave links his hands together in front of her and kisses her hair.]
But yeah. I always want more time with you.
[That's why he asked--why he will ask--why he's asking if she wants the same. A lifetime with him.]
Even if we gotta spend that time here instead of cozy under five thousand Flareons.
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[And with the part about being together. They're spoiled rotten on that, too, and it feels majestic.
But eventually she comes back around to the cards on the table, and when she flips over the next one, it's less deliberately and more with a kind of lazy contentment born of a lot of snuggling.]
Oh. That's a good sign — you've drawn Judgement in the future. Judgement upright, in particular, is a good thing to see in a spread like this; if the Tower was about a change beyond our control that took us back to the beginning, of sorts, then Judgement here is about a change that creates something new and wonderful. It's...finding peace, absolution. Making a change for the better, finding a new direction. Opening yourself up to a new possibility.
[She hums a little, tipping her head as she finds the words she wants.]
If the Tower is the fire, then Judgement is the phoenix reemerging from the ashes, as it were.
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[He does, but also he likes that Meridiana likes it. Honestly, Meridiana could read their cards without explaining things to him, and in the meantime, he'd read Meridiana and come out with about the same emotional reaction, anyway.]
I guess I wasn't really looking at this place as, like. A hotbed of opportunity. You know? It seemed so... I don't know. Barren. Like people weren't meant to be here.
[But that sounds creepy, and he shakes his head.]
Sorry. Probably I was just wigging out because it wasn't home and thinking extra negatively about the situation.
[Four cards in, and the reading's already changing how he views their circumstances.]
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[And she's back to leaning heavily on him again, like a cuddle vampire, soothing her own ragged nerves with familiar things like his warmth and the soft fabric of his clothes against her skin.]
It's why it's good we're doing this, isn't it? It's...helpful. It's showing us things neither of us saw ourselves, isn't it...?
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[Dave firms his grip around her, supportive and solid, and reaches down for a moment to grip one of her hands. His fingers weave through hers to make something stronger of both of them.]
We're not helpless. We got our eyes open. A Seer and a Knight of Time, that's a pretty damn near unbeatable combination, together. [He rests his closed eyes in her hair. All he can smell or feel is her scent, the warmth of her small, living body.] And I got no intention of being anything but together. You?
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