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𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒄𝒐 ([personal profile] powerhungry) wrote 2025-05-23 02:47 am (UTC)

[ It's a small blessing, Silco supposes, that this kind of power isn't entirely alien to him. It doesn't keep him from flinching when she throws her first punch, when the very ground beneath them shudders from the impact, but he doesn't feel the urge to shout or run from the room.

Stone shatters like porcelain, each thunderous strike turning mosaics and statues of faces he can't identify into rubble. Granted, he can guess, based on what she's shared with him — the goddess to whom she'd pledged her devotion, suddenly no longer the subject of adoration. All such loyalty — unreciprocated as it is — ends this way. At least, perhaps, she'll have the strength to fight her way through that revelation.

But he doesn't speak the thought aloud, instead letting his gaze travel from the destruction to Shadowheart's figure, the twist of her features as she howls at a pitch that makes him think she could do without the gauntlets, if she truly wished it. He's not here to stop her, not even just to watch — she invokes need, and he can already see the faint outline of a picture taking shape.

A need for solid ground, a need for something more tangible than the love of a god.
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