2/21/18
August wasn’t around today so I pulled my own card, the Two of Swords, reversed. I knew what it meant, a stalemate resolved. Mal must have had found a way to force August to leave this plane. I went to see him and I was right, he has, or rather, Piper, Mal’s daughter has. Piper is a spitfire, to say the least. Once you put her on a problem, she’ll work at it until it’s solved, no matter who has to die in the process. I’m exaggerating, a little, but she is very tenacious and she’s thinks she’s found a way to banish August for good. It’s… messy though.
2/22/18
Today I drew the Mother of Pentacles reversed for August. A sign he could be a little nicer, but that’s not how he took it.
“Of course I’m not domestic and loving, I’m a man.”
“You were a man, now you’re delusional ectoplasm.”
“And what are you? Hm?”
“Beats me, but at least I’m not delusional ectoplasm.”
“Not yet, anyway.”
2/23/18
While the Circus is getting things ready for August’s expulsion from the mortal plane, I’m supposed to distract him. Which isn’t hard. Today I drew the Six of Cups.
“Oh, August, this card says that memories from your childhood will resurface.”
“Dear God, no. I can’t think about that. I can’t. Did I ever tell you about the time my own father tried to sell me to the work house. He was caught, however, because the proprietor was a member of the same gentleman’s club as him and knew he had means to take care of me.”
He went on like this most of the day.
2/24/18
“Oh, look August, the Sun. New things are on your horizon.” We were in the common dining area, I was having tea with Piper.
“I hate new things.”
“New things probably hate you, too, immensely,” Piper said from under a floppy black hat.
“Well, that’s just- I mean. Really.” August huffed. Piper just grinned at him. I really do like this girl.
