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He held me hard against him then, without speaking, and I could feel the pulsebeat in his throat, hammering like my own. His hands went to my bare shoulders, and he held me slightly away, so that I was looking upward into his face. His hands were large and very warm, and I felt slightly dizzy.

“I want ye, Claire,” he said, sounding choked. He paused a moment, as though unsure what to say next. “I want ye so much— I can scarcely breathe. Will—” He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Will ye have me?” 

By now I had found my voice. It squeaked and wobbled, but it worked.

Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’ll have you.”

“I think …” he began, then stopped. He fumbled loose the buckle of his kilt, but then looked up at me, bunching his hands at his sides. He spoke with difficulty, controlling something so powerful that his hands shook with the effort. “I’ll not … I can’t … Claire, I canna be gentle about it.” 

I had time only to nod once, in acknowledgment or permission, before he bore me back before him, his weight pinning me to the bed. 

He did not pause to undress further. I could smell the road dust in his shirt, and taste the sun and sweat of travel on his skin. He held me, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and I felt the tiny scrape of one wedding ring chiming against the stone. One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart.

1.09 The Reckoning

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just like how inspirits are able to give you strength, you’re able to give us so much more.

happy birthday, lee howon ♡

The Reckoning

“I swear on the cross of my Lord Jesus, and by the holy iron which I hold, that I give you my fealty and pledge you my loyalty. If ever my hand is raised in rebellion against you again, then I ask that this holy iron may pierce my heart.”

“You are my home now.”

“I want ye so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?”

So You Want to Make a Tarot Deck, Part 1: Ideas and Getting Started

So you’ve got it into your head that making a tarot deck would be a good idea.

It is, you’re right.

However, it is going to be a long and tedious process. In this and the following posts, I am going to tell you how I make a deck, or what I’ve learned along the way - from initial idea to finally selling and shipping it out. Now, this is how I did it, and what I would recommend. It is absolutely not the only way to do things. Take what you like from it, or ignore it all because you know way more than me.

This series is also assuming that you are going to get your deck professionally printed for sale. If you’re not, just ignore all that and make a deck for yourself, that’s cool too. Also, I’m basing most things off of tarot cards, but most of this will also apply to oracle decks.

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