m u l t i f a r i o u s

when sasuke brings up sakura's home to rest at &inquires if they're close, a solid nod is given. " mm. we are.. " close in the ways that women were in cheering each other on, especially when it came to love. though she would no doubt worry the motherly medic, the last thing hinata wished to do was add burden to another person, especially a busy woman like sakura.

—— ✇   Ah.. Again her eyes lower. He wonders how often she looks forward idly. He'd heard some things that might have suggested otherwise, and even with or without the alcohol.. Hearing the small scoff however brought a familiar feeling and memory to mind, and spoke with quiet confidence and mirroring the boy he had been at that time to lead him.

         ⌈ I should think you need not worry about embarrassment, it's been a pity-party after all.. ⌋

     He speaks up in ofference for a moment to draw her attention. He can tell at least there's more than just that eating away at her, but the idea seemed obvious.

         ⌈ A party Sakura would probably want to be invited to, even if she was busy. ⌋

     It seemed an easy enough option, his bias for the pink haired woman who had stood for those she cared about time and time again - what would one extra night of a late sleep hurt. He was confident of her choice at least. He stood still his posture barely shifted, not one to worry about appearance or closeness and wasn't sure quite how to offer more comfort in the moment, other than the topic.

         ⌈ So.. Would you like to at least try? ..Would it ease you if I said she would probably be more mad at me if I didn't help you? ⌋

As she apologized, he felt it wasn't meant for him, but for those she'd lost along the way. "That's actually understandable, given what ya have gone through, and what's goin' on. The situation that led ya here, is for... lack of better terms, fucked." He'd crush his cigarette and toss it into the ashtray that blocked smoke. After picking up the glass he'd had next to himself when she arrived, he'd down it, before putting the glass back down. The two of them were alone in the room, he had men stationed outside the room, and more outside, and atop the building.

While he group was small, they were all very skilled. "Nah, I'm done here. I was finished with my guys tellin' me how their jobs went before ya arrived." He'd give them some details to do while he was protecting her, they'd watch for movement. Anyone unknown entering the city or looking for her. If they had pictures of her or anything, he was to be informed immediately. Didn't matter what time it was.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⋙——➢ She.. Let out a small laugh. It was weary and tired, small and soft but a genuine laugh just slightly for the first time in how long since that night her father..

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❝ 'Fucked' huh? It might not make me desperate with that reasoning, but.. what I've been through, it makes it feel so terribly like I've bene drowning - struggling to breath. Nothing is normal anymore.. ❞ And then, then he hit the nail on it's head and the tears welled so easily at her eyes, brimming with the memories of what had pushed that desperate feeling. She choked a little on the sob rising in her throat, trying to make a sound of agreement as her hands that she'd forced to relax found themselves clenched now into the bare palm of her skin painfully.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❝ I won't. ❞ She clung to his words so tightly as her nails did to her palms even with the feel of his large hand atop her head in a way so terrifyingly comforting. She didn't want Min-Soo or Hak's efforts to ever be in question or vain. She stood here now thanks to them. Had the will to live thanks to them. ❝ Thank you, Grimmjow. ❞ It felt important to say even if he didn't think much of it maybe. Every little thing he'd been saying or doing made everything just a little easier, a little better than before.

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜ prolly ana kekek at either owie boys thunderbolts starters: accepting!

“Per this division, yes, I am.” The Blackwatch commander shot a stark trail of irritation toward the second in command, “Any of your authority has to go through Jack to be approved regardless, so it’s not as though you have much wiggle-room in your position.”

Though, he knew that was far from true– Ana Amari was a skilled sniper, lethal and precise in her operations and discipline. It was a vast pool of respect that Gabriel held for her; this was nothing but mundane agitations that were dealt with consistently. The push and pull of the good and bad divisions of Overwatch and how they operated; Blackwatch wasn’t Overwatch, a flawed design from the start. They operated under different rules – a lack of, truly – that always had an interlap with the Overwatch sect. Which, at the end of the day, it only meant that most (certainly not all) operations needed to be approved by the Strike Commander.

“The boss of this sector needs this operation approved for reasons I think you understand.” He’d shocked himself with bringing it to the table, but there needed to be balance in most things. A solid sixty percent went under the table, whereas the other forty was overseen by the others. “C’mon Ana, you of all people should know this by now. The job gets done no matter what.” 

     She knew it true of course, that didn't mean she had to like it. Then again despite the respect she'd earned, it mattered only for public facing - for Overwatch. Not this riffed together darker group. She was not naïve to what it was, how it would and wouldn't work.. She was no saint, but she cared deeply for how it would affect them all. Her meddlesome nature showing since having her own daughter those years ago. She'd always worked to protect, but this.. Still felt wrong somehow.

     ‘ ..I've worked under you before, you lead well. ’ A factual statement she felt, her honesty behind her words. ‘ I am just.. Worried, Gabriel. You've been-- ’ Her instincts shut down the terms of endearing concern, he wasn't much for them prior - but twice as so since whenever this Blackwatch had been assembled. ‘ Harsher, distracted even? I haven't had doubts about your leadership. Yet, you seem like you're on edge of late. ’

     A shift of demeaner, allowing her strong stance to seem a bit more relaxed - knowing such outward tactics of body language wouldn't be lost on him, nor work.. She had to try something though.

     ‘ Spare an old friend some reassurance, I'm not under your leadership right now and you know full well I am not here to jeopardise you. I've only ever been here to help. ’

sasuke day 272

He was not exactly known for admiring art. To him, there was nothing more beautiful than what could be found in nature, and human art was simply a pale imitation of that beauty. Never reaching, paling in comparison. But - that didn't mean he didn't try to appreciate art. It was a HUMAN thing after all, and thus he wanted to try and connect with it.

That was why he was currently standing before this painting, attempting to admire it. It was well made, that much he could tell. Certainly, he would never be able to create something like that, so it was admirable for the sake of the craftsmanship alone.

IMAGINE HIS SURPRISE! When the painting came alive! If that was indeed what happened, because suddenly - SOMEONE literally jumped out of the paiting! Sharp reflexes made Kisame leap backwards to avoid the person crashing straight into him. What kind of strange summoning jutsu was this?! Or was it a teleportation-type of jutsu? Either way - he was stunned!

    ¸ . • 🌹 ♭ •   Run !

Run !

Run !

        ⎸ᥕᥲh--! ⎸

A cry out as knees and hands scraped to the ground from tumbling from a height she hadn't expected. Panic and out of breathe, eyes brimmed with tears as purpose struck her once more as eyes of garnet frantically searched behind her seeing the frame from which she'd fallen -- back to the ground to which she'd fallen -- to up and seeing someone huge!! Was it an adult? A real one? Not a fake one? But his skin's kind of blue?

Someone had been helping her she felt, but was she still in the world of paintings..?

He stood like a person, but so had some of the statues! Fear gripping at her, no she was meant to have escaped! Small hands grasped in front of her chest as she scrambled to stand desperation evident.

"I don't know if I want to kiss you, or ruin you." "Bold of you to assume I want to be ruined, @multlfarlous . Maybe I should ruin you instead."

Sasuke with Atem. At least these days. Who tf knows what they are anymore?

The KING is the most important piece on the board... but the QUEEN ( @multlfarlous ) is the most important.