#rosebles

{{ If I forgot to mention someone, Merry Christmas and I appreciate you so much! 

At the end greeting, I was very tired by the end of the recording so I apologize if it comes off kinda blunt *sweats*

I know I don’t have the most accurate Sasuke voice impression but my friends enjoy when I do it, lol. }}

゜☆    ━━   Today was the day. The day that Neji was going to tell her how he felt, what he thought about Hinata. However, pain tugged at his heart he was either going to get rejected which was highly likely since she liked Naruto or she would accept his confession. It hurt so much to know he was more than likely going to be rejected by her, it hurt so much his breathing was much slower and shorter causing his chest to hurt even more.

          Either way it didn’t matter, it was something he wanted -- no, needed -- to tell her. To finally let her know that Naruto wasn’t the only one capable of loving her or falling in love with her. Why did it come to this? Why did they have to be so close and yet so far away? Hinata had grown in popularity with such ease around the village and out of anyone she should pick it shouldn’t be him. To follow in their family’s traditions ... Was this something that they wanted? Shaking his head Neji knew that deep down he loved Hinata -- more than anyone else in the world.

          Now was the time to tell her, not any sooner or later and there was no way the brunette would accept getting cold feet either. Raising a hand he lightly rasped at the door.

As 2017 Dies;

(Oh my

I didn’t expect this. I say that a lot during any praise but this asdfg is very left field for me and !!

Look here, I won’t let you sit by and talk yourself down like you aren’t special. You have such a beautiful means of portraying thought in divulgence, something I wish I could do. I’m quite frankly horrid at formatting and- truthfully- I don’t like most, your presentation is outstanding.

You give a stark and almost frigid take on her. Not in a mean way, I mean in the sense of a humid chill when the wind goes by. Like spear mint! That’s what it was (as I write this my mind and attention are being pulled everywhere). But you remind me of spear mint.

You have a solid grasp of Hina, you do well with the tools laid out at your disposal and it’s quite thrilling to read. It’s artistic, in a way, how your portray Hinata. So hush, I will not have you think ill of yourself, okay?

WELL, COLOUR HER AMUSED! DAHLIA FLUSH rises to the apples of her cheeks, which complements the ruby - rose of her hair quite nicely, one should think. She has not had much time to speak to the Hyuuga girl, if she has spoken to her at all, now that she thinks deeper about it, but conversation between the two is not something she is averse to; after all, her chakra is so lovely and warm, bright as sunflowers and just as fresh, and she appears to be quite the … odd one. Her eyes spark, witch - fire, as her mouth quirks upwards in an enigmatic smile. 

THE THRILL --- THE LUST --- both poisons drove him to the brink of INSANITY. widened hues cemented the view of the village in his heart. he was looking forward to paying a certain clan a visit. having done his research, the thunder god gathered that shinobi were remarkable at combat with a plethora of techniques in their arsenal. each clan possessed something unique, whether it be abilities or fighting prowess. his sights; however, were set on the hyuga clan. their advances in combat intrigued him the most. instead of going after the village’s jinchuriki, which would disinterest him due to his inability to control it; or harassing the hokage, which would inevitably lead to a war with his faction; the hyugas were right up his alley. without as much as a muscle, he terrorized the village with eerie clouds and powerful storms. just as he expected, the residents sought shelter from the unexpected weather conditions. following the populace’s departure, laxus traveled the village at remarkable speeds in the form of a single bolt of lightning. it wouldn’t take him long to find the hyuga residence. as he returned to physical form, his menacing eyes met a crowd of concerned and hostile ones.

❝   THE HYUGA CLAN. . . to be honest, i expected more ! !  if you’d be so kind, i’d appreciate it if you would bring out your strongest members  ---  OR ELSE I MAY FEEL INCLINED TO KILL YOU ALL NOW ! !   ❞

seconds were all it took for some of the clan’s most prominent shinobi to engage him in battle. despite being outnumbered during their clash, he was clearly enjoying himself. mighty fits of laughter erupted from him as his body continued to match the pace of the shinobi attacking him. such evasion seemed inhuman  ---  TO WHICH IT WAS. he could feel the massive pressure that was exerted from their bodies, stemming from their eyes. HE LIKED IT. there existed an empty white space that dared not disclose the thoughts of its users. so this was the BYAKUGAN ? as impressive as the ability was, it wouldn’t help them get the upperhand as he swiftly disabled each and every individual after he grew bored of their combat. beyond the sea of unconscious bodies stood an attractive young woman. what luck. heavy feet unapologetically walked across several bodies before approaching and eventually trapping her in close proximity. a hand reached beyond her head and planted itself against the wall behind her. his vacant hand rested upon his hip, complimenting his condescending grin as he addressed her.

゜☆    ━━ He is dreaming of kissing Hinata in his sleep.

Sharp was the pain he felt in his chest upon waking into that cemetery. It was about 1:39am, the quietest time in the village and the only time Naruto choose to visit this place. Night terrors would usually drive him here and he would always find himself face to face with a certain tombstone. 

                     Neji Hyuga. A life that he believed was w a s t e d on him. 

The sharp feeling in his chest cut deeper as the sound of soft sobbing filled his ears. The tone was familiar and it only made the pain worse. The one person he hoped to not see at his gravestone was right here. 

         “...Hinata...” he murmured while he slowly approaching that gravestone. “...can  I hug you?” It came out of nowhere but it was the only thing that he thought he could say to her. Certainly she hated him by now... but he was still going to try... especially when given a strange chance like this. 

She didn’t answer... 

<3 <3 ilu