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PoV you are the feared god-king of a thousand years past come back from the dead

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Power was threads, and threads belonged to her.
Weaverwitch
“Trust me as if my soul were yours.”
Sometimes I remember that Cam's first interaction with Vivia was straight-up watching her behead his brother to save hers (and by extension also Cam) and I think. Huh. I would also expect this woman to recognise me on sight and trust me unconditionally.

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When you accidentally spoil something really important for your friend but they dont mention it so you just sit there like "fuck, please dont think about what i said, please dont think about it, PLEASE"
And anyway what really gets me about Stix (or at least one of the things) is that we're taking this very accomplished, secure woman who is certain in everything, from her relationships to her morals, and we're throwing her to the wolves. We're making her rethink everything she has always known. Her gods are real and she knows them personally. Her enemies are only trying to fend off a larger, worse enemy. There are depths and limits to her magic she has never reached before. She has been too many people in too many places and she no longer has the comfort of principled morality, nor even the basic comfort of knowing who, exactly, she is. It's one fucking thing after the other. An entire man fell through her roof just now.
I also haven't said this in a while though I've been saying this. Familiarity breeds something, definitely.
The nature of the Witchlands books and how they're written, the short time-spans covered, is that we only see the characters in moments of high tension. We are told what they are like usually, we get certain memories or mentions of past events, but on-page, they are almost always at their breaking point.
Where am I going with this? My darling Vivia Nihar.