[ At first, he thought it was a trick of the broken light. Just like everything else in the city's slow inversion of itself as he feels the season turn from bite to balm — Manhattan is pulsing inside out, the way it breathes darkness, sketching asylum and threat in the same phantom colors. Every time his gaze catches on movement, it stops. It deceives.
What follows him though... it doesn't seem to be made of the same influence. It seems as if it, too, is succumbing.
He's walked it along for as long it seems to want to follow him. Just in attempting to divine what it wants, but by the time it's shed several of its body parts, he ends up feeling sorry for it. On the outskirts of the park it sits to signal, Subaru also finally slows to a stop. His attention sharpens on the unnerving, visual chill of the space before he turns on his heel to double back to the disintegrating cat. Quietly, he kneels, gaze soft. ]
You have a strange way of trying to lead me somewhere. Is that right?
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What follows him though... it doesn't seem to be made of the same influence. It seems as if it, too, is succumbing.
He's walked it along for as long it seems to want to follow him. Just in attempting to divine what it wants, but by the time it's shed several of its body parts, he ends up feeling sorry for it. On the outskirts of the park it sits to signal, Subaru also finally slows to a stop. His attention sharpens on the unnerving, visual chill of the space before he turns on his heel to double back to the disintegrating cat. Quietly, he kneels, gaze soft. ]
You have a strange way of trying to lead me somewhere. Is that right?