Orion listened silently as she went through her story and opinion on each of the cards which were turned. He found trouble in focusing on her reading of the present, as always, his mind was in the past. It wasn’t right. They shouldn’t have been so accurate. So blasted accurate. Did the cards really have the power, or was it all coincidence; a simple chance that she’d read them the way she had. There was no way that a simple deck of cards could know so much, right?
In everything with him, it all seemed to come back to sexuality and hiding. Everything. The worst part about it was this: he couldn’t correct her as she told him to do. It wasn’t wrong. At all. To say his libido was active would be to put it mildly. But what’s a power trio? He kept his inquiry to himself. It didn’t really matter because as things stood, this woman understood more about him than most others by simply explaining to him the meaning behind decorated cards. Was there a worse thing than a man who knew his faults and simply refused to correct them? An emotional hermit he was. A sexual deviant he’d been called. But one thing he never quite felt like he was doing was progressing. He was no closer to defeating his past than the day Lyla had died. He’d not once come to terms with it. Instead, he suffered. Was there a card for that?
His expression had remained worried throughout the reading. It was concerning that he was so simple to read when he took such steps to hide who he was from anyone and everyone. Her little quip about his prowess between the sheets did, however, get a smirk from him. “There anything in the cards about discovering if that’s a fact?” He shook his head and stood, reaching into his coin purse to produce the payment, plus an extra gold for a tip. “I do think I’ll call it good. I’d prefer not to know my future. That way I can at least feel like I’m dictating it myself.” He turned to walk to the entrance of the tent, glancing back to look at the fortune teller. “It was a pleasure to meet you. This was…eye opening..”
In everything with him, it all seemed to come back to sexuality and hiding. Everything. The worst part about it was this: he couldn’t correct her as she told him to do. It wasn’t wrong. At all. To say his libido was active would be to put it mildly. But what’s a power trio? He kept his inquiry to himself. It didn’t really matter because as things stood, this woman understood more about him than most others by simply explaining to him the meaning behind decorated cards. Was there a worse thing than a man who knew his faults and simply refused to correct them? An emotional hermit he was. A sexual deviant he’d been called. But one thing he never quite felt like he was doing was progressing. He was no closer to defeating his past than the day Lyla had died. He’d not once come to terms with it. Instead, he suffered. Was there a card for that?
His expression had remained worried throughout the reading. It was concerning that he was so simple to read when he took such steps to hide who he was from anyone and everyone. Her little quip about his prowess between the sheets did, however, get a smirk from him. “There anything in the cards about discovering if that’s a fact?” He shook his head and stood, reaching into his coin purse to produce the payment, plus an extra gold for a tip. “I do think I’ll call it good. I’d prefer not to know my future. That way I can at least feel like I’m dictating it myself.” He turned to walk to the entrance of the tent, glancing back to look at the fortune teller. “It was a pleasure to meet you. This was…eye opening..”
