☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Pierce had never really believed in any sort of religion or anything spiritual at all, if he was being honest. He'd practically been raised by a man who was just shy of being a scientist, one who adored books and learning about the world around him. He relied on logic more than feelings, when it came to most things, his belief in science a solid one, so it was no surprise that he had taught Pierce to believe similarly. It was all that made sense to Pierce, really, after all the reading he had done- and the fact that he had, you know, died himself. He knew reincarnation was a truth, as he and many others had experienced it, but he was also certain there was some sort of scientific explanation behind it. Ghosts, he was more iffy on, but he liked the idea of loved ones staying with him even after death, so he had certainly entertained the idea. Gods, though? Fortunes? None of that really made sense to him. Regardless, Pierce liked to keep an open mind, so when he heard Sanyi's call,  he decided to check it out. Partially because it sounded kind of interesting, but mostly because the other guy was pretty damn hot, even if Pierce didn't consciously recognize it.

"Hey, Sanyi," he greeted warmly, a gentle smile upon freckled features as he stepped forth after Jerseyboy. "Sounds cool! I'd like a reading, if that's okay." His tone was sweet, but as the tuxedo beside him addressed the male doing the readings, he felt his ears push down against his head in irritation. Ugh, he'd forgotten how obnoxious this guy was. However, he refrained on commenting for the time being, not wanting to blow a stupid sarcastic comment out of proportion and instead waiting on Sanyi's response.

"speech"

ilijas arthur valentine

Did Ilijas trust fate?

That was a hard question, really. He seemed to have something akin to a strange relationship with fate, at least when it came to being in the right place at the right time or, more specifically, Beverly. He had never been much of a believer in fate before he met her, writing lucky happenstances off as just that- lucky happenstances. But he had looked into her eyes and felt the strings of fate tug on him, pulling him closer and closer to a practical stranger in ways that he was sure others could not understand. He knew he didn't, not after never having felt that strange and almost mystical connection to anyone else in his life before. So maybe, just maybe, these tarot readings or whatever wouldn't be mumbo jumbo. Maybe they'd explain all the deja vu's or even why he couldn't be separated from Beverly.

Or maybe they wouldn't.

[color=gray]"Yeah, yeah, try it out on me," Ilijas would say as he arrived, stealing a sideways glance at Beverly who he of course opted to sit next to. In comparison to the rest of those present, she was the most familiar (in more ways than one)- it made sense that the young bengal gravitated to her like a moth did a light. [color=gray]"Though I have to ask, who taught you how to do readings? Are they real?"

(this is so bad bc it is late and i'm exhausted aa)

cause god, i never felt young