THE MATH: (Mars ENTERS Taurus) SEMISEXTILE (Athena ENTERS Gemini) = the fuck up, will be
THE WEAVE:
Athena faceTimes Mars, as she
stares at a heap of braid
that was once a rug…
"Don't do it, Athena."
Mars says as Athena
plays with the spark
of her Lighter. "It's All
rags," Athena shrugs,
"It lacks utility. It's taking
up space." "But it is
the Original!" Mars calls
back to her. "Then,
the alchemy of burning it
the fuck up, will be
potent," Athena's eyes
go wild, and fill with Flame.
"Athena, you've entered
Gemini, you're becoming
glib and irreverent.
You don't mean it. That shit
is hand-stitched," Mars attempts
to reason. "Don't tell me how I feel
Mars! YOU have entered Taurus.
You're becoming bad at letting
go of things," Athena snaps
back at him, "You know
I don't like it, when objects
don't have use. It's like
carrying around a baby
blanket, that has been
ripped to shreds." "You
could repair it," Mars suggests.
"And do what with it?"
Athena asks.
"Place the Labyrinth
somewHere you can See it
in your next home,"
Mars imagines. "It creeps me
out. All pastel, and washed
out, like a suppressed little AFAB's
bedroom," Athena wrinkles
her nose. "Good point,"
Mars agrees.
"See!" Athena shouts.
"But it's the First
Island," Mars whines.
"Mars. Let it go."
"It's a relic!" "We All
die," Athena crosses
her arms. "No,
I don't..." Mars trails,
confusedly, "...Fine. Do
what you want, Athena,
but take your Time with it,
if you're going to perform
a Magick trick." "I'll do
whatever I want, Mars,"
Athena spits, "I still have not
forgiven you, for stealing
my fucking dingy."
"I'm carrying this heavy fucking pot
of shit, and feeding your
stupid leprechaun my own blood!
What else do I need to do
to return to the good
grace of the GXDXSS?" Mars protests.
Athena shrugs, "Stop whining."
ATHENA HANGS UP.