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Started January 12, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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(Ah that’s so cool, how were the horses? Sorry I don’t remember 😬
Sorry I haven’t been on since yesterday afternoon, I was throwing up and stuff, so I didn’t come on

Makes sense, I can relate to Gwen lol
Ah okay I had this long segment planned out but now I’m too tired to write it, give me a couple minutes, sorry

Thank you <3
I know I’m taking forever, I keep trying to type this up but it’s not coming out like I intended, do you mind if I took a bit to respond to other rps? I’m sorry

Thanks, British
Won’t happen again

Honestly don’t worry if it does, we all have those days sometimes!))

(Yeah I guess)

The sun had begun to set by the time Marla got home from her classes, casting long shadows across the floor. Everything was bathed in a dying golden light— except, of course, the cards spread across the floor in front of her. Her roommate had gone off with her significant other, and as soon as the door had closed behind her, a deadly music had sounded from beneath her bed, beckoning her, calling her. She’d had no choice but to retrieve the dusty purple velvet satchel and remove the cursed deck; she knew what would happen if the cards were neglected.

Five of them now sat facedown on the floor by her criss-crossed legs, their jewelled backs unaffected by both light and shadow, glinting dangerously like the eyes of a feral beast in the dark. And they were beautiful, she had to admit, what with their almost stained-glass design, painted in vivid hues of blood-red, deep blue, and plum, but they were not to be trifled with. Misuse of an older deck such as this was dangerous, even deadly, and so Marla’s fingers trembled as they grazed the top of the leftmost card.

Marla turned it over, the card much heavier than expected. The Fool winked back at her, offering up its secondary meaning: reckless choices, folly, wasted energy. She bit the inside of her cheek, a spark of fear igniting within her.

Next, her fingers hovered over the card beside, hesitant as they flipped it. Justice. At least she’d drawn one potentially positive card..

Marla moved to the middle card, but for some reason, her hand refused to turn it over. Her heart rate sped up; this would not turn out well. But she moved on to the next, attempting to distract herself from her mounting dread. The Hanged Man swayed from his noose, soulless eyes drilling into her. She clenched her jaw, her hand beginning to tremble. Sacrifice and missed opportunities were evidently to come..

The fourth card, farthest to the right gave off such an unearthly glow that she knew what it was going to be before she turned it over. The Moon, only in its purest, most dangerous form. Marla began to panic, fingers drifting back to the card in the middle as of drawn by magnetism, the only card still facedown. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she flipped it onto its back— and her heart stopped.

The dark figure of Death stared back up at her, unmoving, unrelenting.

(Finally done! Keep in mind that I have no idea how Tarot cards work and am making most of this up
Could Gwen text her now?)

(Okay that was literally art and completely worth the wait)

Gwen suffered through her classes and the evident boredom that always came with them. The best moment occurred as she showed her orchid to her shocked professor. The worst, however, happened a few moment later when she got into a spat with a rose bush.

At the moment Gwen sat in her room, her left arm wrapped up due to all the thorns that had previous been removed from her arm. She stared blankly at her phone.

To text or not to text. That is the question. She thought, debating on contacting Marla. Did she want to? Yes. But did she know how to start a conversation? Nope.

She eventually summoned the courage to do so. Unsure of how to start without seeming lame, she snapped a photo of her arm and sent it with the message. “Guess who got beaten up today?”

She froze after she hit send, adding a “This is Gwen btw” and groaning aloud at her own stupidity.

(Ahhhh thank you
asdfghjkl I love Gwen so much)

A loud ding cut through the dread that was practically overflowing from Marla. Dazed, she blinked, searching for the source of the sound. Her eyes were drawn to her phone, and perplexed, she moved to pick it up. But something stopped her, a magnetic force turning her head to face the cards again. Death. A snippet of the morning’s vision flashed through her mind. She shuddered, but squared her shoulders and sent the card the fiercest glare she could muster before breaking the spell and unlocking her phone.

It was a picture and a text from none other than Gwen— her lips had the audacity to curve upwards into the shape of a smile, even in this situation.

MARLA: Ouch, what happened? You okay?

“She’s not gonna respond! Why do I alaways do this?” Gwen paced the floor of her room. Her roommate gave her a disinterested look.

“I’m going out tonight, you coming?” Gwen looked over at them, sighing.

“No, I’m just gonna sit here and wallow.” She flopped onto her bed dramatically. Her roommate shrugged and got up to finish getting ready. Just as they walked out the door, a chime came from Gwen’s phone. She practically flew across the room to get it, pumping her fist in the air when she saw it was Marla.

“Okay, deep breaths. Cool and casual response. Don’t be weird.” She muttered to herself, starting to type.

GWEN: Roses apparently don’t like having negative energy fed into them. I’m all good now.

She hit send and paused for a moment, adding a second message.

GWEN: How were your classes?

(You have me so stressed for poor Marla right now!)

(Ah sorry ):
(Also your character. I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a million times. SO RELATABLE. HOW OMG)

It was important to pack up the Tarot when you were finished with it, leaving out potent dark magic was a terrible idea. But the harder Marla struggled to lift even a single card, the heavier it became, until it was practically nailed down to the floorboards.

She let out a huff of frustration, but was once again interrupted by a notification on her phone.

MARLA: They were pretty okay. You? And ouch, feel better soon

She settled on her bed, pulling her legs into a cross legged position.

(Aww thank you! I have a lot of experience being awkward, so I’m pretty good at writing it!)

Gwen stared at her phone while she waited for a response, switching through apps impatiently. But what if Marla saw her read it instantly? The cute girl would think she was creepy for just sitting there and waiting.

A smile appeared on Gwen’s face as her phone chimed again. She waited a few seconds before opening the conversation and replying.

GWEN: Boring at times, but not bad overall. Good to hear your day went well though.

She stared blankly at the screen, debating on asking about the observatory on Friday, but decided against it. “I’m already too close to creepy stalker territory.” She sighed, flopping unceremoniously down onto her bed and hitting send.

(Np!)

Marla immediately jumped to respond to the text, then realized how immensely creepy she would seem to Gwen. So she took a minute, attempting to lift her mother’s cards once more. She failed, unease rising, and checked her phone.

MARLA: Thanks. So, what were our plans for the observatory? I’m really forgetful at times, sorry. Friday, right?

Gwen gasped as she opened the message, blushing even though Marla wasn’t in the room. She took a minute to silently cheer before replying, a grin plastered onto her red cheeks.

GWEN: Yeah, Friday works for me. And it’s np! I’m forgetful too.

(Did we ever establish what day today was?)

(Tbh I don’t remember
Say…. Tuesday?)

MARLA: Fantastic, can’t wait :)

She hesitated before sending, knowing that the smiley face was a dangerous gamble.

GWEN: Same here! :) U busy tmrw around 12:45? We can have lunch?

Gwen knew she was taking a massive risk in asking her out for lunch again after today. She sat on her fingers and hoped for the best as she sent the message.

Marla’s heart stumbled over several beats, a ridiculous grin spreading over her pink face. Was— was Gwen asking her out? Impossible. Get your act together.

MARLA: I’d love to, where are we going?

Gwen smiled as she saw the response. She then started to panic because she had no idea.

GWEN: Tbh I didn’t think I’d get this far. Any places you like to eat?

MARLA: Lol how come? And it’s up to you, I like most things except for horse radishes and overly meaty stuff.

She tilted her head to the side, enjoying the small flutter in her rib cage.