it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Safrin’s smile fades, not into displeasure, but into something cooler. Calmer. The soft sheen of moonlight against steel. "Were it not for Torchline," she says, each word measured, "there would have been nowhere safe enough to imprison Dahlia. No ground untainted, no roots deep enough, no walls wild enough to hold her." Her fingers brush once more at the end of Hadama’s braid, like smoothing the edge of a thought. "And no time to even consider a trade before an attack would have been made to get her back."
Her head turns toward him then, the full gravity of her gaze settling on his. "If the last thing the Family sees in Caido is a unified front—if they look at us and see not scattered resistance but the full weight of us—they’ll think twice about ever returning. Not every wall needs to be impenetrable. Some just need to be sharp and annoying enough to not be worth the effort."
A rare chuckle dances on the edge of her breath, soft and crystalline, like wind against temple glass. Then, letting the thought linger, she reaches for Hadama once more—not for comfort this time, but connection. Her palm presses gently to his chest, just over his heart. "You are right, Tidebreaker, about the strength of unity," she murmurs. Her eyes flutter closed.
And he'll feel it—like cool water sinking into warm sand, like the hush between waves. A tether unfurls inside him, delicate but strong, threading outward—not to one place, but many. A magic known by others who have been marked by the gods. A call that can be sent when the moment grows dire. A reaching hand through the dark. "A gift," she breathes, her voice still threaded with divinity. "To remind you that even in isolation, you are never truly alone."
Hadama has received
Magic: Rescue | Hadama can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Her head turns toward him then, the full gravity of her gaze settling on his. "If the last thing the Family sees in Caido is a unified front—if they look at us and see not scattered resistance but the full weight of us—they’ll think twice about ever returning. Not every wall needs to be impenetrable. Some just need to be sharp and annoying enough to not be worth the effort."
A rare chuckle dances on the edge of her breath, soft and crystalline, like wind against temple glass. Then, letting the thought linger, she reaches for Hadama once more—not for comfort this time, but connection. Her palm presses gently to his chest, just over his heart. "You are right, Tidebreaker, about the strength of unity," she murmurs. Her eyes flutter closed.
And he'll feel it—like cool water sinking into warm sand, like the hush between waves. A tether unfurls inside him, delicate but strong, threading outward—not to one place, but many. A magic known by others who have been marked by the gods. A call that can be sent when the moment grows dire. A reaching hand through the dark. "A gift," she breathes, her voice still threaded with divinity. "To remind you that even in isolation, you are never truly alone."
Hadama has received
Magic: Rescue | Hadama can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
'till you do. 'till it's true.
