08-22-2018, 12:06 AM
ilijas arthur valentine
reckless wanderer | noble stag
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)
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
[align=center][sub]TEMPLATE BY FAUNA[/sub][font=arial][color=black][size=15pt]all of my goodness is going with you now
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