Icon of Coil: tell your fortune [avery-bianca-sickboy]

tell your fortune [avery-bianca-sickboy]

[atlantic city boardwalk]

(avery)
::Dream of this. (No wait. --don't) She is leaning over the rail long fingers gripping at the banister as ink washed pour of ebon tresses falls past slim (...gothic.) shoulders to fall-rush-drip-HALT and blow even as it seeks to rejoin the tide. That hair ( dreamed nightmare.) You believe these lies.

And turns back to the small table laid before her--the tiny sign a depictiction of Crowley's sigil; the small deck rests beside it unmolested (...tell your fortune?) Rice powder hides the truth of pale-pale-pale features. (..wearing the mas(q)k that smiles and hides.) as kohl lined eyes pour over the street.::

(ash)
walk the walk
talk the talk
a regular presence now even Boardwalk pickpockets and petty thugs veer out of his way (just what is it that drove the Latin Kings into hiding?) strolling with hands tucked into pockets of jeans clinging low to lean hips (such strange scars seem to be crawling up his skin from below)

mismatched (dangerous) eyes rove the streetside hawkers and hustlers for tonight (there's a new girl, the table with the cards) one particularly catching his attention (held, cradled, crushed) during a stop to the cotton candy vender

(avery)::Chin lifts briefly as strands (..the thick stroke of acrylic laden brush-no, watercolor.) of hair lash against her features she has not gotten any buisness yet--but it is her first night she would have to build her reputation. A hand lifts the softs his of wind-rushed silk coughing against the ocean-breeze as she narrows her eyes..

Black (lined)
White ( Orbs)
Blue (Iris.)
..b(l)ack to our beginnings.::

"Tell your fortune."

::Her fingers quiver over the deck::

ash)
the words quiver in his ears (temptation) drawing him from the food vendor (blue spiderwebs wrapped round a stick)

Crowley's sigil
Stacked deck
A goth girl waiting to please

"How much."

attention intently (hungrily) focused on her, his speech that of an angel (fallen) in the mused query

(avery)
Crowley was known for a great many things. Lined eyes flicker from the young (..a wicked aura licks its teeth..) man and then to the vender's brow dotted now with beads of sweat. Her head tip higher her tongue sliding again st her lower lip.

"Each acording to thier means."

(ash)
pink tongue reaches to lift poet's lips ino a smile, the movement continuing into the raised brow

"And wouldn't it be a pity if I meant accordingly....."

murmured (sickness in salvation) idly, as another strip of candy is pulled away to melt across (silvered) tongue, before fingers (licked clean) reach and splay across the table's cloth

"Indulge me."

(bianca)
::Indulge me.
please

She slips from the motel, checking to assure her corset is tightightight (..gagged..) and hands slip into the pockets of her jeans, as she walks along the boardwalk. Ever attentive to detail, ever mindful of her duty (..her desire to please..)::

(avery)
Solemn features twist briefly--in no accordance of a smile though eyes sink as his fingers touch the table cloth.

"Dare I? Indulge a fly wrapped in silvered web, so pretty is the cloak--that soone becomes his bed."

Her eyes lift upwards toward his face once more. "Forty (silvered pieces.) dollars."

(ash)
"I can have my fortune read for ten down the 'walk......"

those eyes (the monster held at bay.... barely) locked on the gothgirl

"...... what makes you worth forty."

(sickboy)
Such is the ways of this night, that few even notice the hunched (creeping) figure on the boardwalk, except maybe when they get to close, when the smell gets to much. hurried steps (cast away gazes) take the sheep from the old (rottin) man. Yet to some, the smell that floats down the length of the boardwalk, is the smell of home, of pleasure's forgotten.

The figure watches, learn, studies and plans. Keeping an eye (facetted truth) on his packmate (brotherlover). His presence there no secret, the smell identifying him to his brother (packmatelover) like nothing else can.

(avery)
She shakes her head one a single shoulder lifting in the faintest of shrugs, a gesture so fine that it seemed to flicker against the throbbing vitality of his (...encroach.) presence.

"No, you can't. Which is why you wouldn't bother to stop there."

(ash)
those scents (home...... Father's..... brother's love)
perhaps something far more than her gilded riddles bring a touch further smile to his lips

"How do I know you're more than simply more expensive......."

(bianca)
::Steps so light, the ease with which she walks along worn planks dringy blond hair tumbling free over bare shoulders, khol black gaze missing nothing as she stops, and with a (..fond,sick..) smile she eyes the cotton candy (..reward..) though she places money instead to get a caramel apple, teeth sinking (..crunch..) into the sticky treat as she continues her way...::

(avery)
"--weave me a thread containing your truth, in it sow a lie. If I answer to discolored yarn, you'll know your soul I spy."

::And the deck is picked up and shuffled idly even as she speaks when her words run silent the shufflinging stops and expectantly dealing hand wait for him to begin to speak::

(ash)
the smile grows (hungry) on the Galliard's face

"My family like a pack of wolves they run
Brothers, sisters, fathers, sons as one
Within it, there's a girl I know
Skin like silk, I love her so

My sister, my lover and my bride
Nothing fails with her at my side
In my family's pride is where I bask
Find my lie, I'll pay twice what you ask."

(avery)
Cards flip down and her brows knot together as all the symbols shown appear reversed. (..does lower lips quiver--tighten.) And the cards are quickly pulled back and reshuffled blue gaze pouring from behind kohl lined depth.

"Love and lust. Truth and lies
The girl you love is the one you despise."

(bianca)
::There is no doubting the Gilliard's voice as it wanders through the air in heady undercurrent to other noises. The flush of (pride) delight that twists through her though she doesn't gatehr words, just honeyed tones. She tips her head, kholblackened gaze slipping over those near, efore his (godly blond)
form is seen and footsteps angle toward where fortunes are told (..lovers lost..)::

(sickboy)
His gaze upon his brother, always upon that near perfect form. his senses sharp, catching the riddle, and a smile burns its way across his lips at the answer. but his near pleased (leecherous) expression fades slightly, as Biance comes into view. Recognised instantly, the spirit within him screams its umbral greeting to the one it should know as a sister/brother/kindred.

"my, my, my...HeeHee what ways are now laid open before us..?"

(ash)
a chuckle (rich) rolls like fog across winter's sea

"Eighty it is."

bills (stolen) retrieved from his pocket to spread beneath his hand

"Tell my fortune."

(bianca)
::Teeth rip through juicy flesh of the apple (..who will be next..) as she watches Asher with the fortune teller, but does not inturrupt. She lingers near, within sight, he will becon her near when he wishes her. The tip of her head guestured toward Sickboy - the scents (unholy) not repungent to her.. the (..screamed welcome..) familiarity tugging at her mind as dark gaze blinks, and teeth tear into sticky treat again::

(sickboy)
His head tilts slightly forward, wide brimme dhat covering his face from view as he ponders. A sister. his eyes close as he (Symbiosis) send out another greeting to the posessed one, waiting. Perhaps he can do his friends at the pentex a favour, if this is truly a wild one. he will know soon.

Bony, dirty fingers flex slightly, dark stained nails grow just slightly.

(bianca)
::Another call (scream) goes out but she only partially realizes something is tugging at her... brows furrowed and skinny frame trembles with the uneasiness it brings (...how human is she anymore..) A tear of caramel brought to be suckled between her lips, and she glances again at the wide brimmed hat..
.uneasy.
She rolls bare shoulders, and then with another glance, she cannot help the tremor of fear within, and she (basks in the glow) sidles up next to Asher. She knows she should wait until called, but something.... threatens... her... she doesn't inturrupt in voice, but fingers are wiped on jeans before sliding into the crook of Asher's (deity) elbow::

(avery)
Cards are flipped and again they are ALL upside down. (..an ill wind blows.) and as she lays out the cards of his past she settles down the deck pulling her shawl closly about slim shoulders.

"ill-dignified your past unglorious you walk with a long shadow that strangles as it follows." Lips purse. " The lovers or brothers ill-dignifed stands for uncreation, the great undoing--what was clear had become hazy to you and you floundered though instinct has guided you through your darkests moments, so I am told."

More cards are flipped over...

(sickboy)
Interesting, to say the least. It knows his brother (packmatelover) well enough to dare (stupid) be so close (deathly) to him. Pondering this, and the fact it doesnt respond to the call, it spikes his curiousity indeed.

(asher)
he watches the cards (knives) flip, curiosity rapt..... until interrupted by Bianca's draw (huddle) near, blond brow lifting

her uneasiness reads to him as an open page

an arm winds (strangles) around her shoulders (the python's coil) but not a word passes the moon dancer's lips

(bianca)
::the slide of arm (touch of god) does well to ease her fears (..let me serve you..) and stringy blond hair spilles over his shoulder as head lays against chest (throat bared that precious moment, total submission for every whim) eyes locked on the fadora wearing form, before the flipflipflip of cards gathers interested gaze. Attention focused between the two, while sticky treat is devoured::

(avery)
Dream a thousand dreams.(--wash me clean till I run clear... till I reach the shore.) As the girl appeaches vivid blue fires pours onto her and over as if this young creature had somehow become possessed--marionette at the tugging weave of the eternal tapestry itself.

Your soul..
[picture by picture]
-spills-
[word by damning word.]
....out.

And thin pale fingers slide down the ten of wands her lips pressed together.

"10 of Wands, Opression reversed speaks of a relaxtion of responsibilities; a phase of intense concentration has ended--an easier way of life. Beside it is the nine of Cups, the card of benificence reversed. The way to freedom will prove hard and opression will float on the wings of opulence-- so say the cards."

(avery)
And as the last card falls they can feel the chill of belief, or fate's strings tugged and tied about the man who stands under starlight's shining grasp. (...wonder the possibility.) The Inversed Aeon fall beside the inverdes Queen of cups and for the first time since she began those ( glaciers shift, flow the icy water..) eyes pour up to the young man whose arms hold another.

"Are you ready for your future?"

(asher)
the chuckle stops (strangled) in his throat, fingers an idle play (pluck) through Bianca's hair - still very aware of his brother(packmatelover)'s presence behind them - something changing about the young man as well

balefire screams in those strange (unnatural) blue eyes containing day and night as one
a trick of the light, a reflection (a righteous possession)

still (do you remember the terror when the galliard's lost their song?) there is no sound
not until he is questioned
and those eyes...... invade Avery's

"Yes."

(avery)
Halted briefly by (...atempted. Impudence rebuked.) thier locked gaze her eyes fall back to the cardds sliding over the Aeon.

"He shiva. The Unmaker. The Aeon. The Lord of the double wand of power The wand of the force Coph Nia but his left hand is empty, For I have crushed a universe and naught remains--You are his reception. But your queen ill-dignified shows onkly distortions of Aeon's truth a kaledescopeic brilliance of nothing--or minding shades of color to the blind."

The last card.
[5 of wands]

"In future Cha(birth&destruction)nge is at it strongest. It represents authority derived from its superiors. of Destruction (or purgation) through fire, and the resuirrection of energy from its ashes. So have the cards spoken--"

And those riddling cards are swept once more back into the deck. "..May the universe look apon you with kindness." Does she pity him?

(ash)
as the cards are swept away, only then does the smile grow (she shouldn't) fingers lifting from the cash well-earned

"It already has."

table tapped (twice) before the bale-fire eyes pull away, a respectful nod to the talents, lean body turning to look for his packmate, Bianca firmly in tow

(bianca)
::she flashes a smile at Avery, as she is (towed) drawn away, easily flowing by his side, though gaze seeks the rotten one once more - a ripple of apprehension as stick from devoured apple is dropped into the nearest can, skinny arm sneaking around Ashers waist::

(avery)
And she watches them go the money pocketed into the folds of blowing skirt. Her eyes searching the walk idly.

(sickboy)
The slightest nod to his packmate, and curious gaze to both Asher and bianca, but he doesnt move, waiting (statue of flesh) for his packmate (brotherlover) to come to him. Behind him, unoticed, except by those watching him, his shadow flicker and twist in the still (weak) light of the boardwalk.

(asher)
he stops, just before the crouched figure, arm loose drape across her shoulders

"Seems something's on your mind.... brother....."

smug
the reading still playing through (cracked) mind, strange gaze drawn to the shadow's minute dance, cotton candy stick tossed away

[cont'd in next scene]

Posted by asher at August 18, 2002 12:00 AM