Both of these energies tend to absorb love very easily, but the trouble is holding onto it. With this axis, love is all about meaning. They question the hidden truths behind your affection, or lack thereof; they wonder why you worded that the way you did, why you chose not to do this, why that upset you, and so on – more importantly, they wonder what it means for the relationship as a whole. How will all the little moments amalgamate? How will the present influence the future? Virgo becomes anxious, overthinking every little thing, worried and working herself up – Pisces simply becomes morose, melancholy, forlorn, not knowing where the worries are coming from but feeling insecure nonetheless. Virgo takes your love, feels it, wants to believe it… but then thinks, “what if it isn’t true? What if they are just as confused as I am?” And Pisces takes your love, feels it, wants to believe it… but it dissipates into nothingness, after the wave of romance recedes, they don’t have anything to hold onto. What is love without romance? They don’t know. Both Virgo and Pisces become terrified when the going gets tough in their relationships. They quickly spiral into despair at the smallest sign of discord. They assume that their predictions (Virgo) and their intuition (Pisces) were correct all along, and they shouldn’t have gotten so invested, and now they have to brace for heartbreak. Silly love. Both can convince themselves they don’t need to think or care about love, that they should just focus on self-improvement or independent spiritual/emotional fulfillment, that they shouldn’t get so caught up in the “to be or not to be.”
However, once they are convinced that your love is true, once they understand its force and trauma is part of the lesson and it does not invalidate or decrease its majesty and heart-melting sweetness, then they can be so nourished by love. They can be the most understanding, the most serene, the most stable through all your hardships. Virgo will take it one step at a time, using her analytical skills which used to worry her to now stabilize the both of you, practically solving your problems as they come, offering her wisdom as the anchor that helps you both weather the storm. Pisces acquiesces to the ebb and flow, encouraging you to trust the process, soothing your fears and her own with a sparkle in her eye, her adoration never faltering, and it gives you faith. Love can uplift them to the very core. Intimacy is so important to them. They want to be a part of your world, truly; it’s just that when a relationship’s “eternity” is threatened, they can begin to inadvertently put its “here and now” in danger. Love your Pisces, love your Virgo, even when they are afraid. Half the reason they worry is because they have a feeling you will not remain with them through their troubles. So when they are troubled about your shared future or your stability or your honesty, whatever it is, assure them and reassure them as often as you have to. That is how they will learn to accept, let go, and love without fear.
Inktober 2017, 16/31: The Dog’s House
IN THE WINTERTIME, a Dog curled up in as small a space as possible on account of the cold, determined to make himself a house. However when the summer returned again, he lay asleep stretched at his full length and appeared to himself to be of a great size. Now he considered that it would be neither an easy nor a necessary work to make himself such a house as would accommodate him.
– Aesop’s Fables, translated by George Fyler Townsend
(Honestly I’m not even sure what the moral of this story is, I just really wanted to draw my dog tonight)
SLYTHERIN: “But what about the rest of us? What about the
nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as
if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you
survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins.
When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.” –Leigh
Bardugo (Inej Ghafa: Crooked Kingdom)
Slytherin: Clouds creeping in to cover the moon. Pumpkin pie. Heavy coats and sweaters. A warm, glowing fireplace.
Shades of orange, yellow, and red.
The crinkling of candy wrappers. Ice freezing the tops of puddles and ponds. Family gatherings.
Gryffindor: The chill of the wind biting at your neck. Apples falling from the trees. Woolen scarves. Jack-o-lanterns grinning in the darkness. Cheap horror movies. Squirrels stuffing their cheeks with acorns. Nutmeg. Calendars with X-ed off days. Birds flocking south.
Ravenclaw: Happy laughter trickling out of doorways. Fuzzy socks and well-worn boots. Scented candles. Frost lingering on the grass. A cat asleep on your lap. Flannel shirts. Late nights and early mornings. Caramel. Journals filled with ramblings and poetry.
Hufflepuff: The crunch of leaves underfoot. Steam curling from a coffee mug. Warm soup. Fingers flushed pink from the cold. Curling beneath a pile of blankets. Fraying shoelaces. Breath clouding in the morning air. Candy corn, squash, and apple cider.
HUFFLEPUFF: “And now there are badgers here again. We are an enduring lot, and we may move out for a time, but we wait, and are patient, and back we come. And so it will ever be.” –Kenneth Grahame (Mr. Badger: The Wind in the Willows)