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THE FIVE OF SWORDS
the swords suit: AIR / THOUGHTS / BRAIN CHEMISTRY
the five: feeling lost, depression and anxiety, needing to recenter
From Chapter Four:
He looked down at the card in his hands.
The Five of Swords.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” Mickey yelled, looking slightly up towards whoever or whatever was pulling the strings.
“Ah, the Five of Swords. You losing your marbles?”
Mickey grimaced, shaking his head. “When I was pullin’ cards for Ian, I felt this nudge to take the bottom card for me—never had that happen before durin’ a reading. Wouldn’t you know, it was the fuckin’ Five of Swords, and I heard so clearly: Don’t miss what’s right in front of you.”
“Interesting interpretation of what’s typically a card of great mental distress.”
“You know I ain’t ever read typically.”
“Right, guess you’re just too good for tradition. Don’t need to read any of the books like the rest of us geeks.”
“Fuck off, like you’re out here takin’ cues from anybody,” he lobbed back at her, pride swelling in his chest as he watched her react like he knew she would—a small shrug and a wave of her hands.
“Anything else I should know about other readings or should I just hand you the deck and help myself to an early dinner?”
Mickey palmed the back of his neck with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess the Five of Swords was kinda for Ian, too. He’s puttin’ himself back together again after some shit.”
“He okay?” She asked, a hint of worry creeping in. A protective nature that made Mickey’s belly flip.
“He’s good,” he assured her.
“Okay, then. Toss that Swords sucker to the side and let’s see what’s really going on here.”
Art Inspo From Chapter Eleven:
Five shining swords lay on the ground, a symbol of defeat by even the loosest of traditions. But behind them, in silhouette, stood two men with their hands clasped. Solid, together, ready to tackle whatever comes their way.
I decided to switch up the swords to lightning bolts when deciding on a slightly cartoonish look for these cards!