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[bedlamsbard]

...dude, I'm not even going to ask how Edmund knows how to read tarot cards. (Narnian tarot cards at that, and he's not even reading from a tarot deck, just a regular deck of cards. Anyone on my flist read tarot cards?)

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[reni-m.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I love reading whatever you write so even if it's all messed up it's Peter and Edmund.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Actually, if you don't mind, let me put up the scene so that you can tell me if it even fakes making sense or not?

[reni-m.livejournal.com]

alright, I can tell ya if it sounds legit.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

(As one can probably tell, I made up all the suits. *rolls eyes*)


On a whim, he spreads out the first seven cards on the top of the deck face-down in front of Peter. It's not a reader's deck like Gaesa Ganting taught him on, but she'd also taught him how to read from any deck of cards.

Peter eyes him warily. "I'd forgotten you did that," he says, suddenly uneasy. "Second from the left," he adds, reluctantly, and Edmund flips the card over.

"Three of Axes," he says after a minute where he has to stop and count cards, comparing the deck in front of him to the one he'd learned on. "War and conflict."

"I could have told you that," Peter grumbles. "Third from the right."

"Maiden of Stones," Edmund says. "That's subtle," he adds sarcastically. "Any reason you're so jumpy? You never used to care?"

"Things change," Peter says again. "First on the right. Ossian and I and some of the 'Hawks went out one night, when we were over the border in Salicar. There was a bone reader there."

"Nine of Stars -- er, that's the, er --" he racks his brain, trying to remember. "That's the Broken Castle. What did your Salican bone reader say?"

"Second on the right," Peter says, and runs a hand distractedly through his hair, the flicker of light in the lanterns glinting off his signet ring. "Betrayal," he says at last. "She said I'd be betrayed and my house destroyed -- but that I'd live forever. It didn't make any sense at the time."

"Seldom does," Edmund notes. "Ace of Ships. That's a journey, I think. Did you believe her?"

Peter drums his fingers on the table, expression uneasy. "Not at the time. Now, though...fourth from the right."

"Six of Arrows -- that's the Widow. Why now and not before?"

He shrugs. "Does it matter? First on the left."

"King of Axes. If I didn't think it didn't matter, I wouldn't have asked."

"You're the one who believes in this stuff, not me," Peter says. "That I remember."

Edmund turns over the last card. "Seven of Stones," he says. "The Felon --"

Peter puts his hand down over the cards. "I don't want to know," he says firmly. "I've had my future foretold often enough before, and I'd rather not know."

[reni-m.livejournal.com]

I like this alot, and on the tarot front sounds like a good Narnia spread to me. <-- there are just so many ways of reading the cards. By the way, I love how Peter already knows the cards he wants unfolded first.
Passes my inspection if that has any credit to it. lol.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

YAY. Thank you muchly!