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the boy detective ([personal profile] fairytalenoir) wrote in [community profile] askandanswer2014-09-25 07:54 pm
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[ A handmade cardboard sign goes on the podium: 3 CARD TAROT READING: FINAL CHANCE. The wobbly card table with a Tarot pack waiting goes in front. The Boy Detective himself, pasty white and raccoonishly hollow-eyed as ever, stands beside both table and podium. ]

What do you consider a rite of adulthood?

If you want a reading, an answer is my final price. But —

[ So generous a tone here. ]

— if you only want to answer, I won't force one on you. I mean, I'm practically dying and it might be the best reading of the rest of my life and you'd be wasting the special spiritual insight my hovering on the precipice between worlds grants me, but I won't make you.
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[personal profile] asongwithin 2014-09-28 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wasn't sure what to expect, really. Fortunate tellers, in her experience, run the gamut - charlatans and oracles and everything in between.

But the accuracy is startling.]


That's - yes.

[Her smile is rueful, and more than a little sad.]

I don't know that it's ended - but maybe I'm just fooling myself.
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[personal profile] asongwithin 2014-09-30 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[And suddenly, she's smiling despite herself.] Either of those could work.

[It's Scott all over, isn't it, one of the best and worst things about him. The perfect leader, the good soldier, a role he never escapes. Not for long.

She wonders if that's what attracted Emma, too. She wonders if she'll do better.]


So, how's my future?