[Working could have very well been freelance work for his parlor tricks. Matt never said that out loud but he thought it. If he can glean money from a lottery than it's some sort of trickery, something you can explain. Counting cards or getting algorithms isn't magic. All of that pales to opening up a door to the pit of fire.
He keeps his arm out for John's appraisal. The ash from whatever cinders or sparks flew make the dried blood look blacker. It doesn't help too that Matt is not the most tan person the planet. Pale and lightly freckled Irishman.]
Divine.
[A bitter laugh there, short and confused. Not weeping statues or healed cripples. Broken glass and deep tear marks across John's body and the floor.]
no subject
He keeps his arm out for John's appraisal. The ash from whatever cinders or sparks flew make the dried blood look blacker. It doesn't help too that Matt is not the most tan person the planet. Pale and lightly freckled Irishman.]
Divine.
[A bitter laugh there, short and confused. Not weeping statues or healed cripples. Broken glass and deep tear marks across John's body and the floor.]
Why is this happening? Why you? Why that?