[She certainly doesn’t feel tired, despite getting home at some ungodly hour of the morning and then crawling out of bed by ten to dress and wash her hair, but the dark eye makeup does wonders to hide the bags.]
[She pulls out her tarot cards, which are bundled together with a strip of gingham cloth, and sets them off to the side so she can dump any crumbs out of the basket.]
Are you saying you miss me, during the day? That you’d like me to stay in and curl up with you under a sunbeam?
[She watches Maelle move for them and does nothing to stop her. It’s not like she’s going to hurt them. Besides, Sciel has dishes to do. She starts arranging everything properly in the sink to soak.]
I see, I see! Next time some new company appears, I’ll check with you first, to see if you’re in the mood to have a quiet afternoon.
[Maelle glances over at the sink, then back to the cards, pulling one and looking at the picture before putting it back into the deck. She has no idea how Sciel interprets them.]
Oh, don't let me stop you. Naps can only occur when Gustave isn't doing Gustave things.
[A more fun gamble: what of that she's willing to share with Maelle, and money is only there as a polite out. But you can't ask for vulnerability from others and not offer it in return, so might as well let the cards do the same for her as they've done for anyone else.]
Let's do... love. You know, I should have pulled that one for Gustave, the answer could have been about trains.
[Sciel glances over hand under the water to feel the temperature change as the sink fills, her smile gentle but her expression carefully neutral otherwise.]
So... despite the funny name, the Fool actually means "a new journey." It's about freedom and adventure and living in the moment. It's telling me to follow my heart, and to not worry about what's ahead.
[All of which she has in spades, of course, but journeying anywhere means leaving something else behind.
She turns off the water, and turns her attention back to the dishes.]
When it comes to love, it's a suggestion to let go, fall in love, to ignore your uncertainties. Which sounds lovely, of course, but the Fool isn't like other new beginnings. The Fool thinks nothing bad can happen to him as long as he's enjoying himself... see how he's about to trot off a cliff? How he ignores the dog's warnings, and journeys without a map?
[If only that was Gustave's card! He could do with a little bit of recklessness in love.]
[Maelle leans her elbows on the counter, listening, looking down at the backs of the remaining cards. She does look back down at the Fool when she mentions the particulars, the dog, and she tips her head left and right as she mulls it over.]
[She glances sidelong at Maelle, at the tangle of red hair falling over her shoulder as she leans, and starts properly washing the dishes.]
In some ways. I don't feel like I'm likely to fall in love any time soon, but if it's a new beginning, it's at least a possibility. And I like the Fool as a warning –– maybe it's saying that I won't survive this new adventure on my own. Or that I need to heal to enjoy what's coming to me next to the fullest.
[She shrugs, and gives a little chuckle.]
I used to draw the Fool all the time, you know. It's been a while.
[No, is the immediate thought, but she knows she can't live this way forever. It's difficult even after just six years. She draws in a deep breath, sighing not at Maelle but at the mere thought.]
I suppose... if grief could move over to make space for something else to sit with me, I'd like that. But we'll see.
You're fine. [She wipes a hand off on the dishtowel, just so she doesn't touch Maelle with a wet hand; her palm settles on the back of her neck, gives her a gentle squeeze.] It's hard for me but you can ask me whatever you like.
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Why, do I look tired?
[She certainly doesn’t feel tired, despite getting home at some ungodly hour of the morning and then crawling out of bed by ten to dress and wash her hair, but the dark eye makeup does wonders to hide the bags.]
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I'm just saying it's cozy.
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[She pulls out her tarot cards, which are bundled together with a strip of gingham cloth, and sets them off to the side so she can dump any crumbs out of the basket.]
Are you saying you miss me, during the day? That you’d like me to stay in and curl up with you under a sunbeam?
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I wouldn't say I don't miss you. The sunbeams are quite nice. Big enough to share, I'd say.
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I see, I see! Next time some new company appears, I’ll check with you first, to see if you’re in the mood to have a quiet afternoon.
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Oh, don't let me stop you. Naps can only occur when Gustave isn't doing Gustave things.
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Shuffle them first, then spread them in an arc on the counter. What’s Gustave up to?
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I think he went to go find parts for... something?
[She spreads the cards out. Now what?]
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[She has no earthly idea either.]
Think about your question or subject, and then draw a card. Pull it from the bottom and flip it over by turning it towards you.
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[Maelle shrugs with a smile.]
You did readings for everyone. Should I do one for you?
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[She thumbs the elastic off the hose's trigger before turning the tap on, starting to fill the sink.
Has she ever let anyone do a reading for her? No. But it also doesn't feel like something safeguarding for a special moment, so:]
Sure. I can tell you what it means.
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[And while Maelle would smile fondly at that, Sciel discovering the elastic makes her frown. Boo. Sciel really does see everything.
She'll pretend she didn't totally put that there, though.]
So. What were the categories? Love, money...?
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[A more fun gamble: what of that she's willing to share with Maelle, and money is only there as a polite out. But you can't ask for vulnerability from others and not offer it in return, so might as well let the cards do the same for her as they've done for anyone else.]
Let's do... love. You know, I should have pulled that one for Gustave, the answer could have been about trains.
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Nah. I think it would still be about Sophie.
[Maelle shrugs again and looks at Sciel. Love? Sciel has a big heart, that's for sure. She pulls a card and turns it over, frowning.]
The Fool? Ouch.
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So... despite the funny name, the Fool actually means "a new journey." It's about freedom and adventure and living in the moment. It's telling me to follow my heart, and to not worry about what's ahead.
[All of which she has in spades, of course, but journeying anywhere means leaving something else behind.
She turns off the water, and turns her attention back to the dishes.]
When it comes to love, it's a suggestion to let go, fall in love, to ignore your uncertainties. Which sounds lovely, of course, but the Fool isn't like other new beginnings. The Fool thinks nothing bad can happen to him as long as he's enjoying himself... see how he's about to trot off a cliff? How he ignores the dog's warnings, and journeys without a map?
[If only that was Gustave's card! He could do with a little bit of recklessness in love.]
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Do you feel like it applies to you?
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In some ways. I don't feel like I'm likely to fall in love any time soon, but if it's a new beginning, it's at least a possibility. And I like the Fool as a warning –– maybe it's saying that I won't survive this new adventure on my own. Or that I need to heal to enjoy what's coming to me next to the fullest.
[She shrugs, and gives a little chuckle.]
I used to draw the Fool all the time, you know. It's been a while.
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[Not that she thinks Sciel would deny it. They're all pretty fucked up just by nature of being from Lumière, aren't they? Their fractured world.]
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Well, yes. I didn't really plan to be here, nor did I think I'd have a future after the Paintress.
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You'll not only have many adventures ahead of you, but you'll be able to experience them while getting old, too.
[Such a novel thing that Maelle hasn't really thought about that for herself.]
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And that's plenty exciting on its own, even without some new love. So we'll see!
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[Revenge, Maelle thinks, but she won't press too much.]
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I suppose... if grief could move over to make space for something else to sit with me, I'd like that. But we'll see.
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... sorry if I'm prying too much. Just, you know. The cards. I was curious.
[She tries to be sensitive about these things. She saw how Gustave was after Sophie--both times they went their separate ways.]
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