12/29/17 - 12/31/17
Attrition
12/29/17
I suppose it’s not sane that I’ve taken to letting Hellbunny sleep in the bed with me at night. It’s also probably not that safe, but desperate times… He’s been sweet, anyway. He’s surprisingly cuddly for a bunny possessed by the spirit of goblin. The sale of the house is moving smoothly. When August finally showed up today, I could look him in those deep brown eyes and not shiver.
“I drew the Nine of Swords reversed, today.” I told him.
“What’s that mean?”
“That you’re worrying too much about something.”
“Oh, yes. I am. I am indeed.” He stepped close to my desk and turned, sitting down in the same chair where I sat. I was plunged into a painful, frigid darkness. I felt myself struggle to stand, but I didn’t want to stand. I was sure I couldn’t, yet my body heaved against the weight of my mind to move. There was a bright tearing. And then I was warm again. And August was gone.
12/30/17
When August showed up today he looked tattered, there were holes in his ectoplasm and his edges were ragged. He’d overdone it trying to take over my body. I gave him his card, The Hermit reversed. I waited for him to speak first, since the card implied he was putting too much pressure on himself. An interpretation he knew well.
But he didn’t say anything. He just faded away as the card fluttered to the floor.
12/31/17
Today I drew the Six of Cups reversed for August. He looked at it dreamily.
“You know, I was thinking of my childhood in that dank old England. I was thinking of how easy it was to command all my toy soldiers. They listened impeccably. They marched when I ordered, they never retreated without my say.”
“August-“
“No, just don’t.” He faded and muffled shouting filled the room, I felt the rumbling of horse hooves and the burn of gunpowder in my lungs. I screamed as a fair-haired boy in breeches and epaulettes crashed to the ground in front of me, his eye dangled from the socket, hung by a gristly, glistening muscle fiber.
