2/15/18
August is back. The showers are communal here, I was washing up when he appeared in front of me.
“There’s a for sale sign in our front yard.” Rage turns August’s limpid complexion almost a living pink.
“Yes. I live here now.” I stood firm, having danced naked in the ceremony I’d lost any shyness I had about my body.
“Writer, this is unacceptable. These people don’t like me.” He was shouting, but this little wooden shower shed swallowed his voice.
“Because you’re abusive and dangerous, August.”
“It’s just how I am,” he roared and lunged at me. I put up my hand. I stopped him in his path with pure intent.
“Well, you can learn to be another way or you can go. It’s up to you. Now get out of here so I can finish my shower.”
When I drew the Empress later, I had a small hope that I could someday embody her strength and regal bearing. I am, after all, a creator.
2/16/18
August’s presence has not been easy, but I like that everyone here puts him in his place. I just hope they aren’t underestimating him. I made sure to tell Mal to tell everyone he has killed people.
He laughed. “Not many here are people.”
Which I had forgotten.
I drew the Six of Pentacles for August today. reversed, that’s prosperity and growth upended. For a moment I panicked, but then I remembered it was August’s card, and warned him to watch his step.
2/17/18
I drew the Daughter of Wands today. Willow grinned at me when she saw it.
“What?” I asked.
“Piper’s coming home today.” She practically flew out the door to tell Mal. August huffed in the corner so I left him there without comment.
intruguing!