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“You’re religious?” Felix asks, doing her best to hide the distaste in her voice. She understands the mortal need for something to believe in, feels it herself when she puts her trust in the Mother, but she doesn’t believe in trusting blindly. The Mother provides tangible answers and rewards, and that is what fuels Felix’s belief. “Sure.” She shrugs. “It’s hard not to be when you’re raised that way.” Felix hums, twirling her amulet between her fingers. She notices the girl’s gaze dropping to her fingers as she does, and the touch of vanity in her mind is glad that she remembered to paint her nails last night. “A slutty angel seems a bit blasphemous,” is all she says, eyeing the halo headband tangled into her hair. She shrugs again, grin still plastered onto her face. “Couldn’t think of anything else,” she says. The scars on Felix's body are easy to heal. A flick of her wrist, a well-crafted salve, even some tlc with a bandage and some moisturizer. The scars on Felix's heart, however, are not so easy. Especially not when they're crafted by Chan's hand.

Fics like feels like magic to me

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