Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

Brooklyn didnt quite know how to swallow what was before her, so she blew it all out with another gout of thick white curls instead. The woman was gorgeous in a humble sort of way, she seemed to have a certain relaxed peace that Brooklyn could never hope to attain herself, in a way, just as she was envious of her friends and their happy picture perfect relationships Brooklyn was envious of how innately calm the woman before her appeared. It had to be an act, just like her vocation, there was no way in her mind any of this could get even an ounce of credence, even if she told her the most esoteric and unknowable facts about past and present and by some off chance told her of future happenings that just so happened to become reality it would all be lucky guess, chance and and that get up, it seemed just a little too much. no, a lot too much. Ha, youre good. She crooned, tone suggesting she was just humouring Maitreya . Seriously though, you can drop it. Brooklyn added, twirling her smoke before the tobacco sizzled with another long drag. The fortune teller didnt drop it though, she continued speaking and whats more she spoke in words she understood by themselves but sounded so alien and cryptic in the way she wove them. In a very real way they felt foreign and belittling, in ways it felt like speaking with Jacquelyn could when they first moved in together, Jacquelyn entering her job at the firm Brooke floundering for contracts with her graphic design dreams, before shed learned how to tune it all out more specifically it felt like she was in high school, speaking with a guidance counsellor similar implications, someone who didnt know Jack about you telling you how your future might could look she groaned internally at the thoughts before referring to her drink for a second opinion. It was impossible to stop herself from snorting once when the woman referred to herself in a third person, strikes in the dark and not one of them was hitting true. Fuck, all of the above but thats not what Im here for. She responded to the three options sardonically, she was desperate for something but Maitreya wasnt going to get to hear a breath of that, she did hope for something different but even Brooklyn didnt admit such things to herself and yeah, she was bored of her day to day life alone who wouldnt be? It was all broad strokes just about anyone could be coated in, varying shades of grey that made up the entire red-blooded population of the world. Everybody could feel stagnant in their lives, everybody hoped for more than what they were dealt and everybody, moreover, was looking for something most desperately Brooklyn would wager, the whole human condition was a desperate sort of mess from her perspective, breathing alone was a desperate sort of mess from her perspective between cigarettes, pollution and a body that slowly grew reluctant in that one function that kept it vertical. and life hadnt broken her, Jacquelyn had. Jack had started out so sweet, or maybe that was just the ros sort of lens she reminisced through. Most people didnt believe it but they were nearly engaged to be wed four years ago, when told Jacquelyn bought the ring and practically forced it into Brooklyns hand to give her when the time was right the story generally came off as a little more legit. How wouldnt that break someone? There was more to it than that, the terms of their engagement however was a pure analogy of it all, the same old story, one lover thinking they could surely change another going about it in all the wrong ways. A critical mass came and Brooklyn could do no more, shed ground her teeth so many times it was a wonder there were any left in her head. -still, through all that she still had the ring maybe she was more hopeful than willing, maybe just complacent and spiteful probably just desperate with a penchant for contrition. No longer could Brooklyn stare her in the face, curiously her eyes found the cards smirking at the one that turned over before looking out the window Ill tell you right now, me here aint got nothing to do with that , she referred to the robed woman on the card, clearly believing herself far from virtuous enough to have anything to do with a high priestess, she was here because being here meant they couldnt ask her to be again, keep up appearances, let them know she wasnt entirely the bitter twat she was sure they were making her out to be behind her back. For all her tough-guise, her get-back posture and brazen burrs it was a defense mechanism shed inherited from her father long again Ill show you by hurting me. and hurt she was. Im here to get some friends off my back, so if you have to do this act and all, at least get it over with quick. The honesty Maitreya had asked for, given blunt and completely void of social tact, a certain blood sucking leech in a pair of designer heels always had that effect on her.