[ Between four and five, the thirteenth almost thinks to let him keep it. Visible proof of his breathing, even in pursuit of reinstated addiction, feels a miracle. If he busies himself with something else, surely the abandonment can just be chalked up to mistimed steeping for an equally cheap tea. He was never the one doing the brewing, after all...
...but neither is he one to sow a lie where there isn't one. The one time is silty now, sedimentary.
Another in a long list of unforgettable transgressions.
Subaru places the lighter on the table and takes the cigarette instead, promise and pride metamorphosed. Fingers touch where flame hadn't and he lifts it away to whet his less discerning taste in liaisons. Perching it between his lips, his inhale curls with him when he turns and paces the few steps back into the kitchen. ]
Agent Choi. His trade is similar to ours. [ An exorcist in theory, a civil servant in name. He's knowledgeable, though Sleep has made his bones malleable instead of his magic. An Offering, not a Token. One cup extracted from the pile and then rinsed, placed beside a new one. What teas he's been given are mostly plain and black — no sugar, no spice, no mint leaf or milk. People certainly had their first pick of preferences at the world's end. ] Caelus.
[ This place is already a hunting ground, but their numbers are few enough that he names them without pretense. ]
no subject
...but neither is he one to sow a lie where there isn't one. The one time is silty now, sedimentary.
Another in a long list of unforgettable transgressions.
Subaru places the lighter on the table and takes the cigarette instead, promise and pride metamorphosed. Fingers touch where flame hadn't and he lifts it away to whet his less discerning taste in liaisons. Perching it between his lips, his inhale curls with him when he turns and paces the few steps back into the kitchen. ]
Agent Choi. His trade is similar to ours. [ An exorcist in theory, a civil servant in name. He's knowledgeable, though Sleep has made his bones malleable instead of his magic. An Offering, not a Token. One cup extracted from the pile and then rinsed, placed beside a new one. What teas he's been given are mostly plain and black — no sugar, no spice, no mint leaf or milk. People certainly had their first pick of preferences at the world's end. ] Caelus.
[ This place is already a hunting ground, but their numbers are few enough that he names them without pretense. ]