[ Inside the paper, the magics whirl and blend, his own politely giving to that of the cat's presence. It's as if ink and shadow circle one another, not for dominance but seeking some kind of coexistence. Eventually, the talisman runs completely black. Darker than ink, matte, like a small, rectangular void.
Subaru stands, careful with the paper in his grasp as if lifting a cup filled to the brim with liquid. It's his first time attempting to contain someone else's magic without polluting it with his own. He spreads the rest of the talismans out so the shadow can travel between them as it pleases, if it needs to stretch, or swirl, or point. Though the paper has his mark on it, it's free of other spells — there's no invocations present to seal or purify it. Instead, he swivels them, as if to dowse: ]
You can write here, if you think you're able to.
[ His runes are simply the shape in which these shadow fragments can find form, however briefly. ]
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Subaru stands, careful with the paper in his grasp as if lifting a cup filled to the brim with liquid. It's his first time attempting to contain someone else's magic without polluting it with his own. He spreads the rest of the talismans out so the shadow can travel between them as it pleases, if it needs to stretch, or swirl, or point. Though the paper has his mark on it, it's free of other spells — there's no invocations present to seal or purify it. Instead, he swivels them, as if to dowse: ]
You can write here, if you think you're able to.
[ His runes are simply the shape in which these shadow fragments can find form, however briefly. ]