[Cards] Fortune's Flower (Patreon)

James was superstitious. He didn't take chance for granted, and believed wholeheartedly that life is a game of swaying destiny. So when it came time to celebrate his union with Philip, he did his best to ensure the pendulum of fate was swinging in their favor. At their table, among all their friends, sat a perfect, blue flower. He was told it would bring them luck, and even if it weren't true, the belief that it could was more than enough for him.

After the dinner, and after the dancing, James and Philip sat back down at the table together. James took Philip's hand in his, and, one by one, plucked the flower's petals from it. They took turns, letting them drift softly to the grass at their feet.

One petal. Two petals. Three. Four.

They held their breaths for the last one, tears quietly welling in their eyes from the emotion, and both picked the last remaining petal together.

A glint of light. Of magic. Of fate, revealed. As the petal touched the ground, a single rune appeared.

Weal.