"Reckon that's a good match," Jag remarked with a half smile. In the flames of the fireplace, a bird danced briefly in an echo of the tattoo on his inner arm. "Interesting how?"
It felt like way too long since Emma had rambled at him about the tarot, and he... well, he missed it, even if he didn't understand it the way she did. She'd always been patient with him.
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Date: 2019-06-27 08:28 pm (UTC)It felt like way too long since Emma had rambled at him about the tarot, and he... well, he missed it, even if he didn't understand it the way she did. She'd always been patient with him.