[ Had his heart grown less staunch against the very blood that courses through it, the sight of those lanterns from his home city's famous winters bursting into a heavy, oiled flame would stir him. But the sight is wrong, the apocalypse of his own world finding no purchase in the delicate carve of his insides. It is the apocalypse of another that bleeds into this winter that bleeds into his spring, cyclical and bright. Nostalgia burns to ember and dies as ash. There will be nothing rebuilt from that ruin if the only way to claim it is in hindsight.
His talisman poises at the ridge of his thumb but doesn't carve soft and whispered into skin just yet. Familiar blood to him might be what incites the other. How does he know? ]
I've loved these illusions for a very long time.
[ And to love something to no end means to accept when it has no basis in reality, no matter how desperate the wish is. A lesson less learned than impressed on him, much like the scars he hasn't the magic to conceal at the moment. Plain, unfettered — blossoms scattered from branch. Weight seen, but not felt. What is there to conceal anymore?
Subaru senses his dread in the dawn cast by unnatural fire. He wants to approach, but as memories churn in their entanglement, he doesn't. At least not yet. ]
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His talisman poises at the ridge of his thumb but doesn't carve soft and whispered into skin just yet. Familiar blood to him might be what incites the other. How does he know? ]
I've loved these illusions for a very long time.
[ And to love something to no end means to accept when it has no basis in reality, no matter how desperate the wish is. A lesson less learned than impressed on him, much like the scars he hasn't the magic to conceal at the moment. Plain, unfettered — blossoms scattered from branch. Weight seen, but not felt. What is there to conceal anymore?
Subaru senses his dread in the dawn cast by unnatural fire. He wants to approach, but as memories churn in their entanglement, he doesn't. At least not yet. ]
You see someone in the fire, don't you?