2/25/18 - 2/27/18
We fear the things we want most
2/25/18
“The Hanged Man reversed,” August said.
“Don’t fight change.”
“If I don’t fight change, then it will happen. I don’t want that.”
“Well, you can’t do anything about change, so you may as well make the most of it.”
“Daft. Daft and dodgy. Are you up to something?”
“Not me, August, the Universe.”
2/26/18
Mal and the Circus have managed to devise a trap for August that will essentially teleport him to Heaven (Mal won’t allow him in Hell). It’s complicated, and risky since I have to be the bait to get him into the trap, but it’s worth it for the chance to be free of him. It’s happening tomorrow. I’m nervous. I don’t have a good feeling about it, but I also don’t think I can go on like this much longer.
Today I drew the Son of Cups for August, a card for someone artistic and introspective.
“It’s you, isn’t it? It means I should keep my eye on you.” He almost smiled.
“Don’t you always?”
“Well, not so much lately, you’re always with that magician. It’s revolting.”
“He is very handsome.”
“Oh bollocks, I’m leaving.”
2/27/18
Tonight is the ritual to banish August. I’m scared, if it goes wrong I could be banished, too. Mal is tense, I can feel it. Everyone is. But August is a killer, he’s dangerous. We have to do something, and if I get swept up to Heaven with him somehow, fine. At least I know I’ll have rid the world of him.
I drew the Two of Wands reversed for August today, although, it might be testament to my own fears.
Okay...is there going to be another one or are you going to leave it there?😬