take these broken wings

Seraphina

the artificer

it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in

She’ll wait however long it takes, she’ll bolster Amalia however long she needs. Her trust in Vi is her trust in Amalia. And while Amalia is a demigod, she had started off human. They had all made mistakes, hadn’t they? Even the gods had made mistakes they were still trying to rectify. Why should Amalia be treated any differently, in her eyes? So she settles in against Amalia while her words hit, soothe over the fractures of her friend, and there’s a slight hum of surprise as the wing wraps around her.

But she’s always found warmth in that wing. She’s always found safety in that wing – given the way Amalia had protected them when Remi had destroyed the shrine.

Red ringed eyes flicker to Sera, meeting a content dark gaze as she nods her head and moves to wrap her arms around Amalia, to hug her and hold her in close against the Artificer. “Of course I do.” She says gently. “We all make mistakes, right? But what are mistakes if you don’t learn from them?” She offers gently, before she’s pulling away, giving Amalia a gentle squeeze. “This is your mistake. And you have learned. And you will not do it again.” If anything, how torn up Amalia is now is indicative of that to the Artificer.

And that? That’s all the belief she needs.

darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun