𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

[sacral]

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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dark signs | week iii

[merged]

[ She is coming to snitch! ] He stole my knife again. [ Ah! Wait! ] And I did not stab him this time. I let him borrow it.

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[ girl you could have told him you stabbed him and he'd probably think that was fair ]

He's a man who likes to lay claim to things. [ Understatement of the century. ] When did this happen?

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I'm starting to pick up on that. [ He's a strange man. ] Last week. We were messing with one of the creatures from the void, trying to determine what they're drawn to and if we can mimic it. I didn't want to kill it, so I gave my knife to him so he could.

[ Okay, so maybe she didn't want her energy snacked upon and pawned the duty off on Seishirou! Same thing! ]

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[ You're telling him. And, picking up what she's putting down: ]

You gave him the right job. [ His consideration meanders through the Murmur, puzzling out how to go about this. ] It likely won't be as easy as leaving it on my kitchen table again. But I can get it back for you.

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That's how you got it? [ A short, disbelieving laugh. ] Listen, there's no rush, Subaru. I've got other knives. Truthfully, I'm... [ A huff. ] I'm just being petty.

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But you favor that one. That's reason enough, even without it being the second time. Though I think he'll expect me, now.

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Don't think he'd give it to you if you asked? [ She's made some very wrong assumptions about their relationship. ]

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I think he'll make me hunt him for it.

[ Deeply unserious man. ]

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—wait, what? What type of relationship do you two have?

[sacral]

Likely not the one he's made it sound like.

[merged]

So, not romantically entangled? I was assuming, and—shit, sorry. It's a bad habit of mine.

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...are you tolerant of clichés, Sharon?

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When it's someone's life, yeah. [ In fiction, though? Eh. ]

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Then you'll forgive me when I say — it's complicated.

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[ That earns a bark of laughter ] No shit, Subaru? [ Heavy on the sarcasm, but it's notably lighthearted. ]

I got a feeling most things involving that man are.

[sacral]

You likely get that feeling because he's fond of you, too.

[merged]

That sounds like a positive. I'd say I'm fond of him, too, but I'm not really sure I even know who he is. [ Seishirou is undeniably fascinating as much as he is confusing. ]

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It can be. What do your instincts tell you?

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...to not expect that fondness to last forever. If push comes to shove, I've got a feeling he comes first. [ She likes him. Hell, she trusts him—but that trust has limits, and she's prepared for it to come apart. ]

[sacral]

[ Perceptive, but melancholy. ]

He's a dangerous, judgmental perfectionist. He's elitist about the professionalism of magic and paranoid of the living. But — you may find that "shove" is a harder limit to cross over than you might expect.

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[ Surprise flickers across the connection, and then, perhaps, satisfaction. ]

That's good to know. [ A relief, even. ]

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[ Her relief harbors against his knowing, its gravity benign. ]

[ "Thankfully" goes unspoken — ] Sakurazuka Seishirou isn't an indiscriminate man.

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Mmm. When we first spoke, I wouldn't have guessed. He'd just seemed like... like a goof. [ A dumbass. Playful. A ruse. ]

[sacral]

He has a way with people and with words, doesn't he?

[merged]

Yeah—and with masks. Hard to get a good look at who he really is.