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        “Me? Well...” He wonders if she’ll notice, that moment’s hesitation, the uncertainty of whether to respond with honesty or not. It is no lie that his life makes for a fascinating tale, just ask Varric, but at what cost? Certainly, if she were to ever be considered a hero, perhaps she would be much more lucky in her circumstances than he. “No. I just happen to have a close companion who also happens to be a fantastic storyteller.”

        That wide-eyed look on her face, guileless, naive, full of awe. It isn’t the first time someone has looked at him like that, it most likely won’t be the last. Garrett doesn’t think he’ll ever be used to it, but after everything he isn’t sure if he even entirely enjoys it anymore. Never did he truly consider himself heroic, he just-- he just did what he had to do.

  “You want to hear about extreme? Hinata, I can’t feel my legs, or my arms. I don’t think I can feel my stomach either, look -- ow, nevermind, I can DEFINITELY feel my stomach.”

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wrist  loosely  raised  with  delicate  fingers  clasped  around  a  stem,  sasuke  reaches  to  tuck  something  behind  her  ear  with  a  certain  kind  of  sensitivity  that  only  she  can  evoke  out  of  him  –  only  to  be  stopped  mid  way  by  two  things:  first,  the  scent  of  alcohol,  and  second,  hinata  yelling. 

right  in  his  face. 

❝     — hah?     ❞  

…  what’s  in  his  hand  is  a  type  of  plant,  yes  —   a  daffodil,  hand  picked  by  him  in  apology  for  what  has  been  the  fifth  late  night  in  a  row  that  he’s  spent  at  the  newly  re-established  konoha  police  force.  brow  furrowing  and  eyes  narrowing,  exasperation  takes  him  full  force;  not,  of  course,  without  a  wave  of  endearment.  

a  sigh  ripples  through  him  and  he  closes  his  eyes,  now  placing  the  flower  exactly  where  he’d  meant  to  from  the  beginning;  tucked  tenderly  behind  her  ear,  and  positioned  carefully  by  his  palm  that  smooths  down  her  hair  over  it.  ❝     hinata…  i  am  the  police.    ❞   when  his  eyes  open,  sasuke  looks  at  her  and  his  mouth  upturns,  head  shaking  lightly.   he  wraps  his  arm  about  her  middle  and  leans  down  –  not  by  an  extraordinary  amount,  but  a  pointed  one  –  and  he  presses  their  foreheads  together,  eyes  shutting  once  more.  he’s  tired,  but  she’s  home.   

has  been  for  quite  some  time. 

❝     what’ve  you  been  drinking,  and  is  there  any  left?  i  could  use  about  twenty …  and  it  looks  like  i’ve  got  some  serious  catching  up  to  do.     ❞   the  longer  he  speaks,  the  softer  his  voice  falls  and  his  nose  touches  hers,   his  opposite  hand  trailing  absently  through  the  hair  on  the  back  of  her  head.  ❝     mistaking  a  daffodil  for  a  weed…  honestly,  hina.  you  should  be  ashamed  of  yourself.    ❞

               He’s sure being from a family as great as the HYUGA there’s someone who does all of their family’s portraits. But Sai is willing to oblige if that is Hinata’s desire. There is that SLIGHT CONCERN of what such an honorable family might think if one of their own doesn’t uphold tradition. But if she’s here, then she must know what she’s doing.

i just had a cursed thought about shino … sollux …

              “hina ----”  he’s  quick  to  catch her.  a  hand  on  her  shoulder  to  halt  her  pace.  &  there’s  care  to  his  movements  as  he  threads  his  fingers  into  her  tresses,  unknotting  the  bird’s  nest  that’s  taken  root  upon  her  crown  ----  unraveling  twigs  &  leaves  alike  from  it.

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