A.N. The thing in the beginning is my translation of a Romanian poem, named "Aci sosi pe vremuri" by Ion Pillat. The translation was also adapted some places to fit the story, without going too further from the main poem. And at the end of the story I'll explain the terms. Also filler chapter once again because I love you.
NINE OF SWORDS
Upright: Anxiety, Hopelessness, Nightmare
Reversed: Fear, Lack of Objectivity, Despair
"In their way to the horizon, the trees were agin'
Here came once upon a time, Calyopi¹, my granny.
Impatiently, the grandfather looked for the stairs
Of a rocking phaeton², in the oat's fields.
'Round those times ain't a train as today and from the phaeton,
Jumped a girl, slim, in a dress with crinoline.
Watching from under the moon, the field long as a lake,
Grandfather, of course, recited "Le lac"³.[...]
She listened, silently, with the eyes of turquoise...
And all oh so romantic, like in fairytales, it was.
And as they sat, afar, a bell began to ring.
From the village's old tower, for the dead or a wedding.
But in this moment they felt they'll stay...
For too long Gramps is dead, old is so grandma.
What a bizarre⁴ thing: time¹¹! Suddenly on the walls
The only way to see yourself would be the deteriorated portraits.
You recognize yourself in them, but not in front of them,
'Causw your body forgets you, but you cannot forget him¹²."
Ion Pillat~"Here came once upon a time"
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Polnareff and the boys sat together as he tried to memorize his own vows.
"... It only was necessary for 22 days to see your face to know you were... FUCK IT'S NOT ROMANTIC ENOUGH!"
"Polnareff, it's not necessarily to stress yourself over it." Said Jotaro, eating a sandwich.
"No it's not." Said Pierre. "Do you have any idea how beautiful is to love a woman?"
"You tell me..." Jotaro added, as Kakyoin was fixing his violin.
"Look. I don't know you understand it but I feel connected to her... I feel as if I was meant to meet her."
"How is that?" Asked Kakyoin, listening to his friend now.
"The first time I met her... It was strange."
.•°•~~~~~Flashback~~~~~•°•.
Two shots of Jaggermeister after, Raisa and Polnareff were in a McDonald's.
"When I said we would go to somewhere fancy I expected Subway to be honest."
"Well... Ain't I close enough?"
Raisa laughed, sipping some of her vanilla milkshake. "Well... I have a nice wine home if you want." He added.
She crossed her arms. "So will you pay the food if I open my legs?"
"No... God no. I just want to spend time with you..."
Polnareff looked at her, contemplating her figure. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry you seemed so... Familiar." Polnareff looked as if he was lifted from a trance.
"Why is that?" She asked. "Truth be told, you also look familiar. Your name was...?"
"Jean Pierre Polnareff."
She choked. "So he wasn't joking. His eyes speak the truth."
"What's your sun sign?"
"Oh, Avdol taught me that. Sagittarius. On 12th of December!"
Raisa had tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Do... Do you believe in tarot?"
"My old friend, that unfortunately died, has been a tarot reader."
She pulled her deck from the small bag she had and shuffled the cards. "Choose one number. I'll pick the card."
"The 11th card."
She chose an end and started counting. The 11th card from the deck was pulled as it was throughoutly shuffled.
They said in unison, two different words, but with the same meaning for each of them. Raisa said "Faetonul" as the deck had Romanian words, yet Pierre said "The Chariot", recognizing the illustration of the card.
"I'm sorry!" Raisa gathered her cards abd ran from the restaurant, going outside. Pierre followed her closely.
"Hey...what happened?"
The girl sobbed easily, as she sat on the sidewalk. "It's just... You wouldn't believe me either way..."
"Raisa." He started, sitting next to her. "I'll believe you because I have been through hell and back and what I thought was impossible turned out to be the truth, hidden in plain sight."
"I... I can't explain you... Not yet"
"You don't need to. I'm fond of you and I want to know you better. Voulez-vous aller chez moi ce soir?" (Do you want to come to my place?)
"Oui, bien sûr. Tu me souviens moi de quelqu'un ami.." (Yes, of course. You remember me of one friend.)
"Est-ce que tu lui manque?" (Do you miss him?)
"Chaque jour..."(Every day...)
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¹In Greek Mythology, Calliope is the Muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry; so called from the ecstatic harmony of her voice. Hesiod and Ovid called her the "Chief of all Muses". Here the author changed the name to Calyopi.
²Changed the word from "berlină" a type of chariot to phaeton.
³ Le lac is a poem by Lamartine
⁴Changed the word from "straniu" (strange) to bizarre.
¹¹Changed the word from "vremea" (weather) to time as it refered more to time than weather.
¹²The Romanian noun for body is masculine.
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