*He takes her proffered hand in both of his own, smoothing her fingers with both of his thumbs to open her to him further. The scar is there, and he follows it slowly, lovingly, with his eyes. It is living proof of the beautiful and savage thing that lives inside of her. He then follows the more conventional lines, ignoring the scars, pretending not to see the evidence that she clearly earns her living in a way he will never have to.*
Look here. Your life line is long and thin, and the plain of mars--the place between your life and heart lines--is broad. You live a passionate life, and you're generous.
*He looks at her face for a moment, and then returns to her palm.*
This line, along the outside edge, here, is marriage. And here is health, and the sun, and then the moon.
But this--
*He draws the long line straight down the center of her palm.*
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:30 pm (UTC)*He takes her proffered hand in both of his own, smoothing her fingers with both of his thumbs to open her to him further. The scar is there, and he follows it slowly, lovingly, with his eyes. It is living proof of the beautiful and savage thing that lives inside of her. He then follows the more conventional lines, ignoring the scars, pretending not to see the evidence that she clearly earns her living in a way he will never have to.*
Look here. Your life line is long and thin, and the plain of mars--the place between your life and heart lines--is broad. You live a passionate life, and you're generous.
*He looks at her face for a moment, and then returns to her palm.*
This line, along the outside edge, here, is marriage. And here is health, and the sun, and then the moon.
But this--
*He draws the long line straight down the center of her palm.*
This is your fate line. It's quite deep.