[ Some time has never been cause for alarm. It's when some crosses into too much that Subaru decides he will have to go to him, instead.
It only becomes a chase when he tries to reach out through their tether and finds it deadened, as if a wall of static has come down between them. It weighs heavy in his soul. There are breaks in the noise, full of distortion: searing flashes of pasts long gone. Futures wrought by divinity's purging hands. Then, to his ears, the mantras. The hymns, repetitious and discordant. Each notches fear a little higher in Subaru's throat as he tries to locate him in the debris of their connection; he wears the emotion well.
What precedes him aren't the clatter of footsteps, but the flutter of wings. White birds wheel out into the street from an alleyway, bigger, sharper, stronger. Cast with more intent and more formidable magic. They circle, paper and song, some shooting up into the moonlight like signal flares, some coming to land near Agent Choi. As if to say:
no subject
It only becomes a chase when he tries to reach out through their tether and finds it deadened, as if a wall of static has come down between them. It weighs heavy in his soul. There are breaks in the noise, full of distortion: searing flashes of pasts long gone. Futures wrought by divinity's purging hands. Then, to his ears, the mantras. The hymns, repetitious and discordant. Each notches fear a little higher in Subaru's throat as he tries to locate him in the debris of their connection; he wears the emotion well.
What precedes him aren't the clatter of footsteps, but the flutter of wings. White birds wheel out into the street from an alleyway, bigger, sharper, stronger. Cast with more intent and more formidable magic. They circle, paper and song, some shooting up into the moonlight like signal flares, some coming to land near Agent Choi. As if to say:
Someone is looking for you. ]