邪神 使徒 .

          ❛ Shut up,   Hidan,   or I’ll leave you half put together as you are. ❜   Tendrils break way against the other mans dried out flesh,   sutures continued in even row to reconnect his shoulder to his chest.   If he tightens them a little more than need be the reflection of intent doesn’t show,   gaze passive in his work.

          There had only been so much the older man could take of his incessant rambling before,   now tenfold in the afterglow of delirium’s verbose.   Kakuzu  supposed  it wasn’t entirely the zealots fault,   trapped within the ground as long as he had been,   but it didn’t mean he cared to listen to it.   Nor did he care to be the cause of such concupiscent noises that fell unbridled from between his lips.   Hidan should be grateful enough to acquiesce to his request for silence,   just this once if no time else.

@preyfated​.

even with holes in his vision , raw flesh being shaped once again --- the mutilated immortal was more unhinged than usual , elation taking him higher than he thought possible . breathless from the constant stitching at his flesh , feverish in the way words and groans left his mouth . 

   ❝ you don’t understand --  ❞  hidan practically hissed through a clenched jaw , atrophied muscles clenching dryly as they were moved .  ❝ i suffered , i suffered for her . her hands were squeezing my heart .  ❞