[ Lightning quick, supple-spined instinct, unspecified between the cigarette's betrayal and the eye's betrayal. Against the sloped architecture of his palm delivering a potent dose of magic inquiry, the cloth hums in protest of his perusal. It quakes against the ward he's pinned it to, transmuting from polite butterfly-winged souvenir to a snapping animal, leg trapped in the jaws of a winter-hidden bear trap.
His fingers bleed first with the inky reservoirs of his new magic. Then they bleed in actuality, skin flaying in soft, papery cuts. He bears it because he knows the price. He's not tracing his runes in Japanese, in Chinese or Sanskrit. He's tracing in the broken, smeary glyphs he'd seen in the church, puzzling out the invocation One pledged to Sleep. ]
...It's not surprise, necessarily. [ Subaru returns to the notion even as the table shakes and his blood flutters, plastic and porcelain rattling. ] But there is a notion many are carrying about why he did this.
[ Bliss, fire, endurance, sacrifice. Harmony, suffering, strength, battle. Each line traces elegant, blunt, parsing. ]
Drawing her eye wasn't for any of our sakes. [ Divinity. Divine will — the blood glares back at him. ] She promised him something.
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[ Lightning quick, supple-spined instinct, unspecified between the cigarette's betrayal and the eye's betrayal. Against the sloped architecture of his palm delivering a potent dose of magic inquiry, the cloth hums in protest of his perusal. It quakes against the ward he's pinned it to, transmuting from polite butterfly-winged souvenir to a snapping animal, leg trapped in the jaws of a winter-hidden bear trap.
His fingers bleed first with the inky reservoirs of his new magic. Then they bleed in actuality, skin flaying in soft, papery cuts. He bears it because he knows the price. He's not tracing his runes in Japanese, in Chinese or Sanskrit. He's tracing in the broken, smeary glyphs he'd seen in the church, puzzling out the invocation One pledged to Sleep. ]
...It's not surprise, necessarily. [ Subaru returns to the notion even as the table shakes and his blood flutters, plastic and porcelain rattling. ] But there is a notion many are carrying about why he did this.
[ Bliss, fire, endurance, sacrifice. Harmony, suffering, strength, battle. Each line traces elegant, blunt, parsing. ]
Drawing her eye wasn't for any of our sakes. [ Divinity. Divine will — the blood glares back at him. ] She promised him something.