#2024/8/28

[7taiyou5kinsei]

2024-8-28 水曜日

・今日の星の動き

今日は月がサインを移動します。

双子座♊️から蟹座♋️への移動。

月が蟹座に入るのは、17:47です。

柔軟さで混乱を切り抜けたい1日。予想外の展開から、何かを掴むことがあるかもしれません。

①昨日から引き続き午前8時ごろまで、月は獅子座の水星とセクスタイル。

言葉に関する作業が捗りそう。

夜型の人や、朝早起きの人は、この時間に机に向かってみるといいかもしれません。

②3時ごろから15時ごろまで、月は双子座の火星とコンジャンクション。

積極性が強めに出てきます。

火星は闘争心を表します。そして、双子座は言葉や情報を表します。なので、双子座の火星は、攻撃性を知性の場面で発揮できそうです。

他者に勝つ、あるいは他者との差別化を図って自分を有利な立場に持っていくにはどうしたらいいか、戦略を考えてみると良さそう。

火星は運動を表し、体を動かすのが苦ではなくなりやすい時間帯でもあるので、筋トレや体を動かす家事にもおすすめ。

③9時ごろから22時ごろまで、月は２つの天体とアスペクトを取ります。乙女座の金星と、魚座の海王星です。現在この２つの天体は、オポジジョンを形成中で、そこに月が参加することで、Tスクエアという複合図形を作ります。

悩みがちな時間帯。

金星は海王星の影響を受けて、夢見がちになっています。趣味や恋愛、金銭面などにおいて、現実的な視点を失いがちに。そこに、双子座の月が参加することで、さまざまな情報が入ってきて、混乱するかもしれません。

ですが、頭を硬くせずに、さまざまな選択肢から可能性を模索できる時でもあります。予想外のところから、掘り出し物を見つけるかもしれません。掘り出し物かどうかを見分けるヒントは、「自分の高みを目指せるかどうか」が重要になると思います。

・まとめ

今日は、自分を信じてさまざまな可能性を模索してみてください。自分を１つの型にはめず、型を変化させたり、他の可能性を探したり、ということを考えてみると良さそう。

恋愛や趣味、お金に関しては少し波乱含みです。前向きな変化を迎えるには、「自分が高みを目指せるかどうか」を基準にしてみて、物事の取捨選択をしてみてください。

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[purewasteland]

he told me he loved me.

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Days 6, 8, 18, 27, 28, alt prompt

“They don’t care about you.” | Abandoned | Chair | Headache | “Or what?” | Defiance | Gag | “You poor thing.”

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Contains: bound, gagged, blindfold, threats, betrayal

WC: 1080

A curse that needs breaking

The food taster was submerged in darkness.

He knew, in reality, he was bound, gagged, and blindfolded . . . but with the dregs of the sedative poison still coursing through him, he felt like he’d fallen into a pool of nothingness.

Perhaps a pool of nothingness would have been preferable.

He recoiled when the black cloth was ripped away, groaning as a sudden onslaught of light burned his eyes. The headache which had already been pounding away at his skull before he was arrested—and then drugged and abducted—magnified tenfold.

“Poor thing,” said a woman’s voice. It was calm, serpentine, and imbued with a sense of of unspeakable cruelty. “He looks terribly confused.”

Confused was one way to describe it. The food taster stared at the two figures in front of him, who he’d only seen from afar during the royal ball: the queen and the crown prince.

“What’s going on?” he demanded. A thick knot of fabric pressed against his tongue, muffling his words. “Let me go!”

The prince’s eyes glittered. “Let you go? Or what?” He snorted. “What will you do to me, cursebreaker?”

The food taster jerked furiously against the rope binding him to a stiff wooden chair, more questions trying to spill out, each one garbled and fruitless.

“I’ll take that out,” said the prince calmly, watching him struggle with amusement, “if you promise to behave. I know it might be difficult for a peasant to act civilized, but I’ll ask that you at least try.”

The food taster’s muscles stilled.

How did the prince know where he had come from? Where could he possibly have learned?

The ghost of gold links brushed his skin; the phantom of blood-red lips grazed his.

Oh.

“You look distressed, boy,” said the queen. “Trust me, things are only going to get worse if you don’t cooperate.”

Cooperate with what, exactly?

“I can take it from here, Mother,” the prince said, his voice stiff. “No need to . . . subject yourself to what comes next.”

“Do you think I’m squeamish, my son?” Her eyes, silvery-grey, snapped. “Weak?”

The prince bowed. “Not at all . . . Your Majesty.”

Appeased, the queen slipped away. The prince sauntered forward to tug the gag from the food taster’s mouth. “You’re fully awake, yes?”

The food taster eyed him warily. “Unfortunately.” He tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the rope. “Are you going to tell me why I’m here?”

The prince’s eyes narrowed. “How easy it is to tell you’re nothing more than a farmer. No one’s ever taught you how to speak to royalty.”

Bristling, the food taster suppressed a reminder that the man in front of him had once been as common as he was. “What was the point of arresting me if it wasn’t even real?”

“Oh, it was real enough.” The prince shrugged. “You stole my charm, after all. And . . .” His smile grew more feral. “And broke right through the magic on the south gate. Didn’t you?”

Cursebreaker  . . .

“That wasn’t me,” he tried, and the prince burst into a dark laugh.

“Don’t try any of that. I know what you can do.” He dangled something from his fingers—a gold chain. The food taster flinched as he realized what it was . . . and who it had come from.

“She . . . she works for you?” he asked dully.

Another sinister chuckle. “We’ll call it that.”

Again, he felt the fairylike brush of her kiss. “She . . .”

Hadn’t danced with him and listened to him ramble on because she wanted to, hadn’t cared about a damn thing he said. And that strange, sudden kiss? It had meant nothing.

She’d spooled him in, waiting for the information the prince wanted—knowing all the while her betrayal was nigh.

“Ah,” said the prince, eyeing him. “She told me, you know. The dance, the kiss. I’m almost sorry for sending the little slut after you. But  . . .” He smirked. “It seems to have worked.”

The food taster looked away, his face burning.

“Now. Let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me.”

“For you?” the food taster repeated. “I don’t think so.” The burn of torn skin chafing against rough rope seared through his wrists as he twisted them again.

The prince sighed. “Are you sure? If you do as I say, you might live another day. That power of yours is remarkably useful.”

“So I’ve heard,” he ground out. “Why would I help someone who does . . .” He tried to wrench himself free. The chair tipped slightly before settling back on the floor. “This?”

“It’s not much,” said the prince. “Merely a curse that needs breaking.”

The food taster blinked. “What?”

The curse-maker, needing a curse destroyed?

Holding up his hand, the prince said, “Family relationships can be so . . . fraught. You’re rather lucky your parents sold you off when they did.”

The food taster caught it then: the heavily disguised scent of an old curse, drifting from a ring on the prince’s finger.

“You see, I come by my gifts honestly,” said the prince tightly. “So. You’ll break this miserable piece of metal right off me. Then, you’ll prepare a poison. A lethal one.”

The food taster couldn’t breathe. “For . . . ?”

“For my mother.” The prince’s eyes gleamed. “And then I’ll take the throne, at long last.” He took a step toward the food taster. “But I can’t do any of that until this curse is gone.”

“No.” There was no thought, no question. “I won’t.” Using his gifts to orchestrate a murder?

He couldn’t.

“Perhaps you need time to consider your options,” said the prince. The food taster grunted as the gag was shoved back into his mouth. “I’ll leave you a while. I’m confident you’ll see sense—make the choice that’s best for you. And your friend, if he doesn’t simply abandon you here. Your poor peasant parents, even. I’m sure they miss their son. Perhaps they’d like a reunion?”

The veiled threat forced out a cry of horror, making the food taster choke on the cloth as it was tightly retied behind his head.

“I wonder. Would they be proud of the kind, selfless man you’ve become?”

Terror washing over him with a ferocity like he’d never felt before, he could only roar a garbled, “Hey!”

But the door was already closing.

The prince and his curse were gone.

He was alone, utterly at the mercy of his captor, and—if he wanted to survive the night, as it was rapidly becoming clear he very well might not—without much of a choice in his fate at all.

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Did he even know what staying looked like?

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[neonpigeons]

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