[ His hearing lies rapt with Seishirou's professional opinion, likewise felt in its genealogical cadence. And his gift of sight remains on his omiyage. Across the table lies the taxonomy of promise and signature: lung-humid smoke, domesticated steam politely curled. And then the blood, its intrusion like a wild wolf at the breakfast table.
One arm braced in front of him, Subaru hovers his opposite palm over the handkerchief, a slight inhalation of energy calling it upwards to unfurl. One incantation tacks its corners taut on the invisible barrier of his magic's interest.
Looking, but not touching, conditions upheld. ]
The people here are fond of him. One.
[ One, whose bloodletting desecrated a whole city block and its church. ]
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One arm braced in front of him, Subaru hovers his opposite palm over the handkerchief, a slight inhalation of energy calling it upwards to unfurl. One incantation tacks its corners taut on the invisible barrier of his magic's interest.
Looking, but not touching, conditions upheld. ]
The people here are fond of him. One.
[ One, whose bloodletting desecrated a whole city block and its church. ]