Queen of Cups

The Swords

The Swords

Element: Air

It represents: Logic, Ideas, Intellect

A small bell like noise was heard from the kitchen as the girls kept talking about their lives, about their past and their loved ones, (Name) recalling her bittersweet memories with her, unfortunately dead, parents and as Orla kept talking on and on about her treasure, Noriaki.

"Dinner is served, my lady." Said the son as he did a reverence and offered her the hand to take.

The table was rectangular, and Orla took the girl to sit next to her. Masaru took out of the oven a freshly cooked turkey. "Oh god I'm so dumb... I forgot to ask you if you're vegan!" Said Orla, slapping her forehead.

"It's okay, mom. I did something vegan too." And so, Noriaki took out of the fridge a cold plateau of food.

"You shouldn't have bothered with all of this... I feel so stupid now."

"(Name), you are everything but stupid and any bad thing there is out here." Said the redhead boy as he sat in front of his classmate.

She was red as his hair now from all the flushed emotions that came in her mind. Tears were on the edge of falling too...

She excused herself to go to the bathroom a bit, taking her bag with her. Once inside she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was about to crack.

"Fuck my self esteem... Fuck talking about my parents... Why Orla had to remember me so much of my mom?"

She took a deep breath. "I can't let them see me sad. I don't want him to see me sad anymore."

A ding took her thoughts somewheres else. Two notifications though. One from Haru and one from Noriaki. She checked her host first.

Dumb Artist: Are you alright?

Yes. I just needed to call someone and I didn't want to talk at the table. :You

Once the message was sent, she looked at the message from Haru:

Haru: I'm sorry I have to tell you so shortly after just asking you out but something happened to my sister. Can we see each other on Sunday?

Yeah... Don't worry. Salute Ayano from me. Hopefully she'll be better in no time. :You

She sighed again... And again... Thinking how to bottle her emotions. She turned on the sink and could swear she heard the same subtle yet frightening "Priestess" murmur.

"Wait... I can control emotions, can't I?... Maybe I can... Hopefully without consequence." She thought. She summoned her stand, Moonhigh Queen.

She took all her sadness and it turned into a bubble of blue-ish black water. "It's all the sadness I ever had.. I should keep it somewhere safe but... I'll probably need it soon..."

She looked on her bag and found a liquid lipstick. Moonhigh took everything that there was in there, changing them. The stand became darker but the lipstick's bottle was filled with it. The plan is for the stand to hold the emotion and what's causing it, while she finds somewhere to deposit her sadness for a while.

She was out soon and continued to enjoy the meal, as somehow the Kakyoin family was silent. After the meal, Masaru brought the bottle (Name) bought and announced:

"I know my boy is underage for now... But if he asks me kindly I will give him only one glass... However, how old are you?"

"18, sir."

"Can you prove it?"

Kakyoin started mouthing the words "don't give a dime." and "let him be" as she was now showing her American driving license.

"You may both consume one glass."

But what neither knew, in 4 glasses and an accident, the bottle was empty.

"She can store them there." Thought the girl as she demanded to take the bottle a bit, now that was empty.

Orla dragged (Name) to the living room again and then decided to show her album of pictures of baby Noriaki.

The first picture was perfect. A butt naked baby.

Noriaki was all red now seeing the smile of pity on his classmate's face.

He couldn't bear it anymore, hearing his mom joking around about his childhood... Not even saying the truth...

But he respected his mother. And so he waited there in agony.