Drabble: Tarot
Guns and Pocky on Y!gallery posts drabble bits in his journal every now and again to get us up and running on creating. This is one I picked up and ran with. It actually might make its way into Maki and Baby's story. Baby sat at the table and deftly turned the card with only his thumb and forefinger, placing it back on the table as he looked over it intently. His eyes turned up as a small smile crept over his lips. He watched the dark haired man as he slowly strolled in, rounding the corner of the table to look over the younger boy's shoulder. “The Wheel of Fate,” he vocalized, catching Baby's attention with a slight dip of his head. “What's it mean?” “The Wheel of Fate means change. What goes up must come down. It means that although things are good now, they can always change or, vice versa, what is bad can always turn back up.” “It's unfortunate that the Wheel may turn very slowly.” Baby nodded, making a sound of agreement. “Sometimes. Mine'