Jyn Erso (kybercrystal) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-02-28 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * chel, r: grace rojas |
WHO: Grace Rojas / Jyn Erso
WHEN: 28 Feb; late afternoon
WHERE: A local fortune teller
SUMMARY: Grace doesn't have answers so she goes seeking
WARNINGS: N/A
There was no situation in which Grace Rojas considered visiting a tarot reader to be a good idea. First, there was the money. Then, there was the fact that she very honestly thought of every one of them as swindlers. Finally, she … ran out of excuses and better ideas. The visions – the memories – kept coming. And she didn’t have the right answers for them. So, it seemed like a tarot reader was the very thing that she could do that hadn’t been done before. And there was one half a block over from the bank. The kind that had a little neon crystal ball in the window and beads you had to swim through just to get to the front door. When she stepped into the dim, smoky atmosphere, she almost turned around and beat a path back to the late afternoon sunlight. But instead, she stood her ground. A strong, husky voice beckoned – “Skeptics are my favorite. Venture further, Mrs. Rojas.” The medium’s reflexive use of her name rocked Grace and she stepped forward, finding a small pixie-like woman bent over a round wooden table draped in scarves. The woman didn’t look odd. She was wearing a Ramones t-shirt and had her hair in a low braid. Certainly an outfit she herself would wear when she wasn’t just coming from the bank. “Look, this is probably a bad idea. I don’t know what I …” “It’s the visions. Sit.” Grace determined that she wouldn’t gainsay the woman again. Instead, she sat obediently and tucked her purse beneath her chair. Then, she turned an expectant gaze on the cards. The woman obligingly cut the deck, shuffled and began to lay them out, muttering as she went. While Grace attempted to find some intelligibility to her words, she found that it felt as though some kind of barrier were placed between them until the woman looked up and nodded. “Choose.” Hovering her hand over the cards, Grace stopped at the second and turned the card face up. Two naked figures connected by an angelic vision hovering over them. Grace narrowed her eyes. But the medium smiled. “The Lovers. It indicates a bond so deep that it might overcome the trials and travails life places before the couple. And upright. Follow your intuition, Grace. Leave your head out of your choices. Now another.” Grace tapped her fingertip against the fourth card. When she overturned the card, she glimpsed a beautiful woman pouring water beneath a halo of stars. “The Star, right?” The medium nodded. “The Star reversed,” she corrected. With uncharacteristic boldness, she reached across the table and latched her hand around Grace’s wrist. “Why be hopeless and full of -" And when she touched her, Grace had leaned forward, some part of her intending to cover the woman’s hand with her own. As they connected, the crystal necklace around her neck peeked from her collar and the medium froze. She took a breath and turned Grace’s hand over in hers. “ … this is not the first time,” she told Grace. “And Grace, you may be. But it is not all you are. You are made of stardust.” She followed the heart-line with her index finger and Grace, pulling her hand back to her, cradled it against her chest. “I don’t …” “You don’t have to understand to know, Jyn. The message got through.” And with the syllable barely spoken, the woman brusquely gathered her cards and stood, bustling out of the room with the slamming of a door. And Grace sat there, dumbfounded, her hand curled in her own grasp. |