The One with the Tarot Cards
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[A/N: Very huge disclaimer: I really don't know anything about Tarot Cards. I really do respect and love the practice of them but have never had the time to learn them myself. That being said. I didn't make this with intent to make light of something very serious. I also am no professional, so things will be wrong. Anyway, please leave reviews, they keep me going!- Unholy Helbig]
"Okay, if you two aren't going to take this seriously-"Chloe began to scold her girlfriends, a deep edge to her voice that eluded to the fact that this was something she really cared about. Even if the women in front of her were struggling to stay upright in their seats without giggling too much.
The trio was sat around the coffee table in the middle of their Manhattan apartment, nothing about the place was quiet. At first, it bothered Aubrey to no end; the constant sirens and shouting from lazy neighbors was enough to drive the woman mad, but now she couldn't imagine life without some type of white noise. It never seemed to deter Chloe or Beca one bit.
Now was no different, even though the radio was shut off for once, and so was the television- on a Saturday night when the women usually had a date night, or maybe even some cheesy musical on that Beca could stand. But instead- they were on their knees, sandwiched between the couch and the large wooden surface.
"I'm paying attention, really." The brunette cleared her throat, a hint of laughter still in her gravelly voice. "It's just… it's odd."
"Does it matter which way it's facing?" The blonde cocked her head to the side, staring at the card that was pinched between her forefinger and thumb. She had snatched it off the surface, staring at the mix of deep royal yellow and crimson.
"When it's on a flat surface, yes." Chloe let out a thick sigh, snatching the object back before laying it back on top of the deck. "Really guys?"
"I actually want to learn." Aubrey defended herself, having lost interest in the card that was ripped away from her as she raised an almost comically large glass of red wine to her lips. Her words were muffled by the blunt end of the cup as she gulped down largely. "Beca is distracting me."
"Am not."
Chloe rolled her eyes. This was a bad idea and she knew it. Usually, Bree would be upright and taking notes about stuff like this, even if it was a little out of her worldly beliefs. But now that she was on her third glass of wine, she knew that the girl was close to being childlike- getting into it with Beca even more than usual.
"Chlo, baby, we're listening. What is this one with the giant ass sword?" The younger woman knit her eyebrows together, batting Aubrey's slowly creeping fingers away from her inner thigh.
The ginger let out another labored breath but stared down at the card that Beca was talking about. A large metal weapon had it's tip facing down, large iron winds spreading from the handle, the very handle that contained a crimson diamond. A few roses were littered among the edge of the parchment.
"Ace of swords," She explained, "If it's facing upright it can mean clarity, but reversed is chaos."
"How can you tell, though" Aubrey went back to her original point, drawing her knees up to her chest as she rested her chin on them slightly. She looked so innocent even though the question that was about to escape her lips would make Chloe want to smack her. "Someone that looks upright to me, could look reversed to you."
"Oh, my God." Beca smacked her hand across her features, dragging her hand from her forehead all the way to the chin like it would help Aubrey understand faster. The girl was a certified genius, yet this of all things tripped her up. "Bree, she's the reader so if it's reversed to her, then that's how it is."
"Okay," She sniffed "But why?"
"I'm going to kill her," Chloe flopped her head against the couch behind her "Oh my god, I'm actually going to kill her."
"No, we don't want that-"Beca pointed a finger at Chloe, "we really don't want that."
"I'm just curious!" Bree's voice broke "Tarot cards are weird, I'm just not sure I buy them."
"Yet, you were all for the tea leaves?" Beca snarked, leaning her own back flush against the ottoman behind her. Usually, it would push back near the carpet, but it was already flush near the wall, letting her rest her full weight.
"You're just mad because you didn't know you couldn't eat the leaves at the bottom." Aubrey tilted her glass Beca's way, pointing it with accusation. The younger woman wrapped her fingers around the flute, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Aubrey's lips as Beca finished off the rest of the wine herself.
"Anyone could have made that mistake." She defended.
"It was tea, Bec's" Chloe spoke up once more "You normally don' t eat the leaves at the bottom of the mug. Even if you aren't reading them."
"Okay, whatever" Aubrey waved her hands in front of her face wildly. "Why are they in a line like that?"
"The Cards?" Chloe picked her head back up from the cushions of the couch. "Well, I laid these in a line of three for Past, Present, and future." She explained with a slight shrug. "But there are a lot of different ways to spread them out."
"Mind, body, spirit. You, your current path, your future path-"
"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner" Beca nodded crisply like I dream of Genie casting a long-forgotten spell. Aubrey tended to edge her on, evoke the most playful side of the younger brunette. It made them both smirk at the annoyed expression on Chloe's features.
"Oh my god, Bec's, we're having four giant sticks in front of a castle for dinner tonight."
"No," Beca swallowed the sour taste of wine back, not sure how Aubrey drank so much of the stuff. "Chloe talked about that already, didn't you Chlo? It means home, right?"
The ginger lifted her two eyebrows in shock. They actually retained a bit of information? It was a shock considering the constant cracking of jokes and two bottles of red wine already polished off. The two women looked at her expectantly.
"It is upright, correct?" Beca asked, wonderment at her discovery in her voice.
"Yeah, Bec's it's upright." Chloe blew out a breath in response.
"Does that mean that this feels like home?" Aubrey cocked her head to the side with a goofy grin on her lips. It was endearing and captivating, even when the two of them got on Chloe's nerves. She watched them carefully, Aubrey picking up yet another card as Beca groaned and snatched it from her, explaining carefully that they had to be on the table to make sense.
Yeah, it sure felt like home to her.
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