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There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

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"Sometimes. You all do it to me, when things get dark and unpleasant and cloudy."

And things weren't like that now.

His head tilts curiously, hands pulling her a little closer.

"When thoughts or events get dark and unpleasant and cloudy?"

Moon's rear slips from the table and she winds up in Richard's lap, looking up at him.

"Yes. Because I want to help but I can't. I know things have to happen. I know the pain has to come and I can't keep everyone from it, but it hurts my heart. It makes my head feel full of cotton, my thoughts all scattered, worried."

His arms wrap loosely around Moon, meeting her gaze.

"Can't always protect people even when you know it's coming. Especially for things that hurt their hearts." He doesn't like watching his people go through it, but he knows sometimes there's just no stopping it.

"I could tell you things that are coming, but if I did that, you might change them, and you can't change them. Too many changes will happen already."

This is how the headaches start.

She likes the feel of Richard's arms around her, and she huffs, leaning forward until her head rests under his chin.

"It doesn't stop me wanting to keep the hurt away."

"Because a pansdementional bar wasn't in the original plans?" The question is meant for the part about the too many changes already.

His chin rests lightly on her head, comfortable with her there.

"It never does."

"You weren't supposed to be smooshing her yet. She wasn't supposed to be smooshing Damian yet. Asher is with Nathaniel. Jean-Claude dances with Asher. Things are happening that just... weren't happening before."

That is the nature of time, of Fate. It changes. It's fluid. It follows no rule or plan.

"But I like smooshing her," he says with a small smile.

His head tilts a little, chin sliding a little in her hair. "Nathaniel is with Asher?" He'd been left out of that particular loop.

"You can't tell her. Everyone's shushing about it. Two marks."

She nuzzles him.

"They like the smooshing, love each other so much even though they're terrified of one another. So strange, love and fear all squished into one, big feeling."

He doesn't even have to ask who. It's fairly easy to figure out. "She won't like both, them together and being kept in the dark."

It's just a comment. Thoughtful, as he gives a soft sound at being nuzzled.

"Why are they terrified of each other?"

"No, she won't. She will be angry. Very angry. But it will allow for a pivotal choice. A choice that will change everything."

She focuses on the pair in his head and licks her lips.

"The past. They're... afraid of what each will see... the third and fourth marks... see it all... bound forever. Terrible shame in them both."

"How many people know so far?" Curiosity, mostly.

His head lowers so his nose rests against her hair, breathing her in a little.

"None of us really have the greatest past. If they care about each other, the past won't matter. Not really." He wasn't always happy with his past, issues from it still popped up and caused problems, but he, Anita, and Jean-Claude share three marks. It hadn't stopped any of them.

"Jason, Jean-Claude, Micah, Damian, Elizabeth, Teja, Charlie, Demeter, and now you," she murmurs.

A lot of people to keep one secret.

"They don't realize the depth of love, but they will have a chance... and then the kitten's life will depend on whether or not the vampire can move beyond his shame and throw him the lifeline needed."

His nose buries a little more into her hair with a huff. "She's going to be really pissed..." Everyone that mattered knew, except her. He won't tell either, if only because it's not his place to tell her anything on Nathaniel.

Frowning, he moves his head to the side and lowering it a little to look at her. "Nathaniel's life is dependent on it?" He'll understand if she can't answer though.

She holds his gaze.

"It will," she whispers. "He can't know, and the kitten can't know, but... when the council comes... things... they're muddled... holes in the events. Things I can't see."

He doesn't move to break eye contact, a shadow shifting behind his brown eyes.

"Because you're involved." That part he remembers clearly, that she can't see if she's involved.

Moon nods ever so slightly.

"I don't like not being able to see it. It..." She frowns, taking a moment to identify the emotion. "It frightens me."

His arms pull her into a warm hug, nose going back to her hair.

"We look out for eachother." He's always worked with not knowing much ahead of time. So it doesn't frighten him that much, though he really doesn't like the part about the council coming and what will happen after.

Her arms hug him tightly, her eyes seeing the future as they tend to, and she whispers harshly against his ear.

"Don't let them break you. We can't... we can't let them... break us."

And then the glimpse of the future is lost to her, and Moon buries her face against his throat.

His arms tighten around her, careful of not being too tight. The words a little to ominous, a restless feeling passing through the wolf who is almost sure nothing could break him. They survived Raina and Gabriel.

It's Moon herself that's the reason for his arms tightening, offering comfort any way he can for her though. He's not sure he likes seeing her frightened. It tugs at a want to protect her and wipe away that fear. "I'll try," he won't promise anything with the council involved, but he'd try his hardest.

Moon relaxes against him, sighing.

"The string can stretch. It can stretch and stretch, but never let it break. It binds us all tight, and if we hold onto that..."

They have to hold on to it, hold on to each other.

He nuzzles her hair softly, listening and not letting go of her jsut yet.

"If it's one thing everyone in my world knows how to do it's hold onto ties no matter what," or how hard the other side pulls away at times.

Moon certainly makes no move to shift away from him.

She might even be snuggling closer, because she doesn't like feeling frightened or lost. Without seeing all possibilities for the future, all outcomes for them, she feels blind. It's a feeling she's learning to truly and utterly dislike.

"Good. The ties will be what keeps everyone... sane... almost everyone."

He nuzzles her hair, holding her close. Continuing to offer the comfort in a way he can.

He can't help the, "Almost?" that comes out of his mouth. He doesn't like the fact that she's frightened. Or the fact that the council is coming. Or the fact that apparently it will be harder on them then the last visit with Musette. Much harder considering her words.