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[adamantea]

@ poprocks, cabin 2-12

"Hi, this is Poppy? If I'm not available right now, I will be in a minute, so just hold on.
Or think about me really hard, if it's urgent."

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Re: April 4th!

[withintenfeet]

It's hard to know gods and not realise how many facets they have, all of them true.

When he says, "I'll keep you on my filter," it's in the full knowledge that nothing divine is simple, or safe; that this is a trust handed to the sort of person she's choosing to be, here, for them.

It breaks his heart a little, that a version of her is trapped. There's always a cost, always a sacrifice, but acceptance and mourning can come hand in hand.

She'll feel that, he knows, but she doesn't seem like the kind of god to confuse compassion with pity.

"Could you tell me about her, one day? The girl you were?"

Re: April 4th!

[adamantea]

"She's not that far. Not all the way."

He has offered her his trust, and she won't break it, but this is for the purpose of the smallest piece of the story; she reaches in and tweaks his perception a little bit, just to let him see Poppy Keo instead of Adamantea for a moment.

And that is a sixteen-year-old girl, smile unsure, slouching, hands in her hoodie pockets and her overalls stained with - paint, hopefully. Maybe ash. Maybe blood. She wears a belt of hanging potions and charms and gemstones. Her eyes are luminous with a pale glow, and there is not a single flower on her person except the floral print of her t-shirt. She looks perhaps more tired than anyone her age has ever been.

She looks everything like Adamantea. She looks nothing like Adamantea.

And then it's gone and she's Adamantea again in her green dress, flowers in her hair. "Tonight's not the right time? But whenever you want to know, just ask. I don't mind."