7/12/17
That weird, twisted smile
I drew Swords again for August, the Four. It’s been a week of introspection I guess. August meditated most of the day yesterday, after I told him his insides were ugly. This morning he apologized for cutting me and promised never to do it again. I thanked him and told him the cards want him to continue meditating, on both Evelyn and his flagging desire to find her. There should be no further action until he is at peace with where Evelyn ended up. He grinned, that weird, twisted smile of his, and faded quietly into the bookshelf behind him. As with the cards, nothing is ever clear with August.