The door opens but America is already focused on the sigil. Holding her arm out to Temperance with a warm, trusting smile, she accepts the wound. Everything worthwhile has a cost, after all. The world wasn't a charity and America, even if she could be kind, was not a charity, either.
Was this worthwhile?
"If anybody needs help, take my hand and I'll help you pour your magic in til' it's fit to bursting," America's voice sounds distant to her own ears.
She doesn't close her eyes this time, the feeling and scent of the symbol now fixed strong in her senses. She's here for Sunny and that's worthwhile, Sunny of the beach, of fishing through waves of magic and keeping her safe from its tides. Of late night texts and translating for scowling birds and early morning visits full of familiar pastries and muffins and shoes scuffing shyly on the dock. She jumped out of friendship and the cause has grown so much larger than that, but if asked, she still isn't here to change the nature of magic or cage some great enemy. She's here for the friend who once said, "I've been to prison. It wasn't that fun." The girl who, frienzied and broken and powerful and free...also looked lost and so very young confronted with it all.
Sunny was more than worthwhile, and America would pay whatever she was able, whatever could be given as long as it was hers to give.
She thinks on that friendship more anything and believes in it, she has always believed that Sunny is the good part of magic, and even now she still believes that. She's thousands of years old and those roots gotta go deep and how has she stayed sane? How does she still find moments of joy and curiosity and love after so many thousands of years?
Innocence,creation, wisdom. It's a good place for them, isn't it? What better way to grow in this world, to love this world? And grow and grow and grow, but be guided by those three aspects until they're at the precipice of freedom once more, and it's nothing frightening, it's nothing destroyed. It's not a hole in the world but a path leading through it.
Growth, guidance, freedom : to allow magic to more naturally be part of this world.As she bleeds onto the sigil, America's magic blooms out from her, coaxed and coaxed until she's stretching past her limits and then focuses it all down into her blood and the symbol beyond it.
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