#assorted fanwield.

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC.  ll  @fanwield  ll  accepting !

       artless,  amused,  analysing.

              “  well,  they do.  ”        a beat of hesitation,  careful assessment -           should as much be said,.?              ...yes.   yes,  it should be.                        “  women with scars just as much,                     in my experience.  ”              something furtive quirks mouth’s corners,  creeps     into the half-lidded consideration of his eyes---

     ---------------  W A I T .   waaaaaaiiiit...

        is she - ?   is she saying - what he thinks she might be - ??        nahh.   probably the lady temari has no...                                             (  she did check him out that one...

                                                                                       two...

                                                                                   three..?  )

                                    oh.

  “  UHM --  ”           oh boy.   play turns to would be might be perhaps ( ? ) && all at once he’s flailing -            the uchiha’s most sociable ( snort ) man turned idiot by a single possibility.       “  --- good ?  i have sca-  ”

                       KAMI.   just leave already.

       shisui doesn’t even bother to give that particularly ill-advised sentence its improper finish.   settled firmly over one’s eyes,  their palm is heavy to block out the heat of pale cheeks ( shame’s unforgiving burn ).

he just.   turns around.   && leaves,  to be honest.

SHISUI.      would like to speak of innate pleasure,  of eager study - sigh of new language’s delight,  despite using its teachings as a first to illustrate this.   but...                     hints of things more bitter than the morning’s deep dark brew && shisui’s eyes are keen enough to flicker away.   it’s not his business ( not unless she’d like it to be ),  && just because it’s visible does not mean she wants it spoken. but he remembers that look.   it’s too familiar not to.

RECOVERY - ah,  no ; composure.          he waits. the sun is so much hotter here than back home - obviously,  but.   to know it && to feel it are two separate things.   to the point ‘tis almost too much for a raven head of hair,  the way dark locks soak up ample heat.    he’s been to the desert before,  been here for a day or so now - && chakra eases body’s temperatures,  smoothes out attempted peaks.   it would take up more of his focus,  had he not had plentiful inspiration to practise ( something to be grateful for,  as temari continues her generosity ).

                   [  skitters of delight all the way down at bare toes,                       an odd,  flattered i n t e n s i t y when she once                       then twice gives him his ... title.   for a second                       or so,  shisui can’t quite meet her gaze.  ]

    “  ah-h - uhm,  ”

              a flush not quite born of the sun at first breath’s stutter.               quick is he to cover up by mimicking her voice,  although               his eagerness to learn is entirely genuine.

                    “  vamied - ?  ”                              he’s probably butchering it,  even with                         careful effort to piece together bits of                                   what’s been heard now && earlier.                                         “  aldjie- al - fuck,  ”                              but he’s not going to lose to fucking embarrassment,  oh hell no. force of will drags the flutter of nerves from vocal chords until it is with reasonable certainty that he tries again - though not necessarily any certainty of success.            “  aldzjiesim ?  ”

    not quite,  but nerves squeaked their question mark despite his best efforts.

FIRST THREE GET KISSES ( per muse [ 5/9 ] ).  ll  @fanwield​  ll  accepting !

-------- it has been a terribly easy time to spend in company,  today.   hmmm.

shisui stretches - a contented,  full-body thing on the verge of day’s end that has his brush with her knee.   temari sits scant inches from oneself,  stares off [  with discreet curl to pretty lips  ] across the plaza through an arch that is ( for now ) their empty doorway.                                                                               yeah,  it’s...  been a damn good day.a shogi board sits idle above their knees,  betwixt this && that small mug of coffee.   though he drinks plenty of it back at home,  && offensively strong cups of it at that - shisui’s not had nearly as much any one day of his life as he’s had here.&& it all tastes so damn good.   so different ??   like,  yeah,  most of it strong as fuck ( because he likes it that way,  let’s be real ),  but its flavour doesn’t suffer to make it so...

                                       a flicker of attention across another’s form.   palms do carry her weight,  fingers tucked into them as sand grinds against cool stone.   she seems at rest && - && the wish to be able to know,  to know her well enough to tell,  rises strong && sudden && a little too off-putting in one’s chest.boy.  

well. [  ceramic to one’s fingertips ( laced with chakra ),  raised to linger at lip’s slow,  bottom curve.  ]   maybe he’s not bored her,  today.   hm.                                          energy shifts in the air.   then her weight tips gently forward.   again - that edge of something uncanny in the way this move was known before it existed [  that fragment of a moment -  ] && while he could blame it on general experience - ( that would mean deceive himself.  or attempt to,  quite inelegantly ).

             graze --- 

--- of knuckles along fingers’ inner touch,  hers curved about his in halted attempt to fetch one of both mugs.   something lopsided slips across full lips to answer her surprise  //  a single-shouldered shrug,  almost apologetic.perfectly pointless though it is,  his gesture is accepted [  so gracious,  how did she learn - ?  ].pleasure curls,  tiny,  at the corners of her mouth as it lowers to cup’s rim  //  lashes flicked down over subtle hints of pleasure.--- fuck.

                           oooyyyyy,  he’s fucked.

--- for a sexual fantasy my muse has about yours.  ll  @fanwield  ll  accepting !

SHISUI.

       “  aw,  c’mon now,  y’can’t ask me ---  ”

“  but i really ---  ”

                 “  fuck.  ”

     “  uhh.   uhh.   fuck.listen,  yer gonna think i’m lying,  but i really never..?   i haven’t...  ”

is he supposed to come up with something now ?   right here on the spot ?   holy s h i t .

“  i just - i really like talking to you,  && -  ”   save him.        “  it’s not that i don’t think you’re - but i’m - uhh.  ”

how come there’ve been no such fantasies,  anyway ?   temari’s not only intruiging but...  promising,  in that way she’s about as scared of him as he of her ( which is to say,  not at all ).   but she’s a girl.   he can’t think about her that way - that’s just.   boarish.   everybody goes around doing naught but think about girls that way - it’s gross.   for some,  retarded reason,  people seem most interested in nullifying the actually important parts of a dynamic....is he gay....no - probably not.   or at least not entirely.not sexually attracted to her ?...hmmmmmmmmmmm not sure about that.

kami.

      “  can i -  ”   squawk         “  can i get back to you on that one ??  ”

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE... ( shisui. )  ll  @fanwield​  ll  accepting !

If we kissed:

[X] This wouldn’t happen. ( probably. would she? nah. well maybe... nah. naahh ....... i think. )

[] Oh disgusting.

[X] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[X] Pull back,  hands respectfully light at her hips / at her hands / wherever tf feels okay && ask whether this??? is okay??? are u sure, temari, do u want my peasantly lips on urs && are u drunk???? informed consent !! is important !! also holy god mothering fuck do u actually want to kiss me i think i’m gonna have to have me a fainting fit i’m gonna holy moly watch out i’m gonna kiss back ---

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[X] Be confused ( && tentatively, pleasantly delighted. yes he can be unpleasantly delighted. )

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[X] Oh, hell yes.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[X] ...yeah?

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[X] No. Let’s - ...talk more. First. Maybe, uh. Ease into. Uhm. Touching. At all. &&. Uhm. I. I FEEL IMPURE THINKING ABOUT U LIKE THAT.  DISGRACE !!  U DESERVE BETTER THAN TO BE ... PRESENT ... IN MY THOUGHTS ... LIKE THAT ... !!  AT WHAT POINT DOES THIS COUNT AS OBJECTIFYING OR AM I NOT ?? DOING THAT ?? IS --- 

[X]  ... y e s .

Should you reblog this?:

[X] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

“DAMN” if yours thinks my muse is attractive.  ll  @fanwield  ll  accepting !

                   ------  a tick of toe to dusty grit  //  a smoothed out lurch of                            emotion that slows one’s stride && quirks their brow.            simple pleasure follows at surprise’s heels,  makes room for SMUG satisfaction...&& although the smirk tossed temari’s way is an exaggeration of the truth ( that’s still an exaggeration of the truth ).

        “  hmmmmmm...~  ”  

              (  mirth a potent glitter                         in sunlit eyes of dark  )

                                  little weight to the fold of forearms when his chin rests there ; the stone of a low wall to their soft flesh.   light spills across the foliage above,  leaves dappled marks in the earth beneath - around them,  between them.

           “  hmmm.  ”

she : fierce lines && the sharp edge of intelligence.   a proud thrum beneath all of that - to guide && streamline,  or merely to fantasize about what ifs ?   she is not known well enough ( not by the likes of him ) to grant an answer to that.

                  “  are you unsure whether you d i d ..?  ”

                             there is no doubt about the now,  but her question                   does not touch on that ( lingers on past endeavours ).