[ Card games are fairly new to him, but he has seen plenty of them played in the Last Dance. Set enjoys the way the cards flow together, the snap of their bodies against one another or the table below; the ones he has with him are of particular delight, with their meanings and faceted uses. His fingers are pale, free of the gloves he's worn in this cold place, as he cuts and shuffles - stepping closer to Sebastian.
There is a nice, sleek patch of ice for them to play upon. ] Satisfied, or left more curious than ever!
[ He cuts the deck once, twice, and then sets it between the two of them, settling down upon his knees. I'll begin, he proposes, and pulls the top card of the deck: IV (4), The Emperor. Reversed. How telling! ]
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There is a nice, sleek patch of ice for them to play upon. ] Satisfied, or left more curious than ever!
[ He cuts the deck once, twice, and then sets it between the two of them, settling down upon his knees. I'll begin, he proposes, and pulls the top card of the deck: IV (4), The Emperor. Reversed. How telling! ]
I begin at a deficit.