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.
[An incoming wet hand would be a good excuse to duck away, but Maelle stays, giving Sciel a small smile. She believes what she says, but that doesn't mean she'll take her up on it.]
I'll remember you said that the next time you go out.
[It's not a dress that gives Maelle anxiety or a tiny skirt, but when Maelle ducks out of the kitchen for a moment and returns, she has something held behind her back.]
[The kiss makes her smile bashful, and she laughs and is suddenly very interested in examining the new bracelets on Sciel's wrist as if she hasn't seen them before.]
Threatening? [There’s some very mild mock-offence there, as she clasps an hand to the back of Maelle’s head and holds it to her shoulder like she’s a baby.] What if I just hugged you until I figured it out?
[Sciel does ease up on her then, because that is a particularly nervous question.]
I’ve done readings where people weren’t ready to hear that kind of insight into their lives or troubles, but never something like a broken leg or a death omen. It can’t tell you an exact circumstance, Maelle.
[She pauses, and maybe she should just let her curiosity remain in a little box somewhere. But she can't help it, and she doubts Sciel will tell Gustave. Probably.]
[She’s a little surprised, but then again, why should she be? She knows Verso has weighed heavily on Maelle’s mind, and she’d be lying if she said he hadn’t been on hers.
(Something about getting under someone to get over someone else, maybe?)
She nods, and she lets Maelle go entirely so she can pick up her deck.]
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I'll remember you said that the next time you go out.
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And I'll tell you if I find love.
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You'd better. I should be no more than fourth to know.
[Anyway!]
I mentioned a surprise, didn't I?
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[And wow, she’d completely forgotten.]
You did. What is it?
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[It's not a dress that gives Maelle anxiety or a tiny skirt, but when Maelle ducks out of the kitchen for a moment and returns, she has something held behind her back.]
Eyes closed, hands out.
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Alright!
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[Maelle puts a stack of bracelets into Sciel's hands.]
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They’re so lovely, thank you. I can never have enough, and it’s only fitting that I have my students on one arm and you on the other.
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I am technically your student of the cards.
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You are my student of the cards, and affairs of the heart!
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Uh huh. Just for today.
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Oh, really? So I’m expected to milk this for today only?
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[That determines whether she renews her contract!]
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I haven’t decided yet.
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[She's being crushed!!! Except not really.]
That's so threatening.
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You're smart. I don't think you'd take all that long...
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You’re right, I’m very smart. That is why you should take my advice very seriously.
[But she does ease off a tiny bit to ask:]
Do you want to read for anything else?
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[Said with a laugh as she realizes Sciel would be perfectly content holding her in Hug Jail for however long.]
... I don't know. It kinda feels like I shouldn't.
[Or, you know, she doesn't want an awful pull.]
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Oh? Why not?
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[It feels like a strange invitation.]
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I’ve done readings where people weren’t ready to hear that kind of insight into their lives or troubles, but never something like a broken leg or a death omen. It can’t tell you an exact circumstance, Maelle.
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[She pauses, and maybe she should just let her curiosity remain in a little box somewhere. But she can't help it, and she doubts Sciel will tell Gustave. Probably.]
Can you... do a reading about Verso?
[Totally unrelated.]
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(Something about getting under someone to get over someone else, maybe?)
She nods, and she lets Maelle go entirely so she can pick up her deck.]
Of course. Let’s go sit.
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