Tower

"How was the ... what do you call it? The reading?" he asked (looking away from the computer as she entered the room). "Equal parts validation and karmic smackdown," she replied (sounding tired), "as per usual." "I don't get it," he commented. "Why even bother with that stuff?" "To check the position of The Tower," she responded. "How close or how far away." "Look, you've kicked ass all over the place and earned your success with no signs of slowing down," he observed. "You're not perfect, but who is? I'd take 'unstoppable' any day." "That's exactly why I check regularly," she said glumly. "'For what is built from happiness will return it to you in kind' ... direct quote." "Then this Tower thingy can go eff itself," he snorted. "I have built exactly nothing from happiness," she continued, sitting down next to him at the little desk. "I've been working revenge magic for years: those bastards will eat their words; this is the last time anyone talks to me like that; these people won't know what hit them; that idiot is going to rue the damn day ..." She sighed. "I've gone at life like a spider monkey, Honey - relentless and with ruthless precision, cruising for the ultimate bruising." He stared at her. "I don't even know what to say," he eventually whispered. "That's okay," she said sadly (with a stroke of his arm), "but get out while you can. The Tower takes down both of them - the King AND the Queen." She stood up and started towards the kitchen. "Did you see this Tower thing today? Is it near?" "Get out while you can," she repeated (without turning around), "and remember that I love you."