🗡️ “That time of the month again?”
because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions
Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)
B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand
A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)
B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)
Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows
B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine
Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)
A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain
B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache
All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)
A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A
B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)
A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)
“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”
B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)
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“Would you like to see a card trick?”
I looked over to where the voice came from, confused on how something so softly spoken was heard so clearly in the loud casino.
He was tall, dressed in the uniform of the other workers at each table, holding a deck of cards.
I put down my glass.
“Sure. I need a little magic in my life.” I said, jokingly.
“Well…”
He leant towards me, hand on the table behind me and I felt myself shiver at the sudden closeness. His fingers expertly glided as he shuffled the cards in front of me with one hand.
“Most people think card tricks are magic, but it’s pretty simple really.” His fingers twisted as he pulled cards out of the deck and placed them back in. It was impressive, really, that he was doing it all one-handed.
I wonder what else those fingers could do.
I shook that thought from my head.
“You see,” my eyes met his, “all you have to do is keep your eyes on the cards.”
He offered for me to pick one. I pulled it out of the deck. He made a big scene of covering his eyes so he couldn’t see what card I’d picked.
Jack of Hearts.
I slid it back into his deck, and he uncovered his eyes and began shuffling again.
“See if you can figure out how the trick works.” He said smugly.
“I thought magicians weren’t supposed to reveal their secrets.” I chuckled, watching the cards move up and down.
Front to back.
“You don’t really believe in magic. Do you?” He asked, watching me as I watched his hand.
His skilled fingers still working the cards, fanning them out occasionally before drawing them right back in to a neat deck.
“I’d like to believe in magic. But I’ve been told I’m too logical for that.”
“Ah, well. I could tell that just by looking at you. You’re here in Vegas, but your mind is a million miles away!”
I laughed, guilty as charged.
“Clear your mind. That always helps me think.” He offered.
In and out the cards fanned.
“See, the trick is that I’ve kept your eye on the cards.”
Up and down as he shuffled them.
“Most magicians want to divert your attention. They don’t want you focusing on something that could reveal how it’s is done.”
Back to front and front to back.
“So, someone as logical as yourself should realise that if I’m telling you to focus on the cards…”
Fingers curling around the cards as they shuffled round and round.
“…I’m hiding the real trick from you elsewhere.”
The words sank in, but I couldn’t look away. The pattern on the back of the cards almost seemed to dance as he shuffled them.
“But you don’t care about that anymore, do you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
For a second I realised my shoulders were slumping. My neck craning forward to look closer at the cards.
“You don’t care that I’ve been sending you round and round. In fact, I think you’re finding it rather enjoyable, aren’t you?”
My eyes felt heavy. A pleasant fog was settling over my mind. It felt like I was sinking into the floor.
“You’re happy to just a it. And to listen. And to watch.”
I caught glimpses of the cards. 9… 8… 7… twisting, turning, constantly flitting from one finger to another.
“So what was the real magic? Come on… I’m sure if you focus you’ll figure it out. Just focus on my voice.”
His face was so close to mine, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away to look at him.
Finally, his dizzying hands stopped. My eyes slowly moved up to meet his. He tenderly pulled out a card from the deck. The Jack of Hearts.
“Is this your card?”
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