#zilveninde

interesting.

    — that’s to say,  itachi’s redundant attempts   to be q u i e t                              like it’d help - that’s pretty interesting.

they’re both light sleepers && though accustomed to        one another’s presence, this is not so far-reaching as to unmake one’s instincts.

&&,  well.   even here in their home,  ‘tachi smells little like mikoto.   the soft hush of hair && fabric as they are disturbed,  the quiet touch that preludes another rustle - their intent is lost on his senses,  but it’s too far out of the ordinary not to rouse him.

  awareness smells of itachi && [ waxed floors, spices, clear air ] — feels like a crick in his neck and the tingle of fading sense-memory.   there’s no presence other than theirs && no urgent message to cling to his mind as itachi moves away.

                 shisui finally blinks,  checks the room.     tries to find another’s gaze -

    “ — what is it? ”

what’d he miss?

⦓義務⦔–––

Oh! It seems like Shisui wasn’t asleep--and the left part of his upper lip twitches down. He should have foreseen this..considering that Shisui is just as talented as he is, after all. “Hm? That?” 

Itachi plays it off like it’s no big deal--like it’s something he does with him every day, often--and he forces his quivering lip still. He can still feel the smooth of Shisui’s cheek on his lips, the warmth of him-- and his fingers find his lips with no hesitation.

He wants another. “Something that you’ll have to learn to like, I suppose.” Said blandly, a small smirk adorning his lips as he takes a step toward him--and then, almost teasingly, “Unless you don’t want affection free of strings?I mean..come on..who would put up with an asshole like you, eh?”

why would you not just use electricunts.

Eyes and body alike wandered, but never touched, no. Sacrilegious as he so often was, he still held himself within the boundaries found by him and him alone to be of some relevance and importance. The work of an artist was one of those; he could appreciate, always, but never sully a piece of someone’s soul with his touch oh no. That was reserved for an intimacy level he didn’t share with this maker of puppets -- certainly not when he’d entered into this place of his own accord and stealth.

( That, too, fell under one of his boundaries; if he was to appreciate the art of another, it would be in solitude and under his terms, not another’s. )

But, as things like this usually ran, his solitude in observation was hardly long-lasted -- this, he could tell from the sounds of movement from within the workshop that hadn’t previously been there. ( How curious it would be to see the ever-so-clearly lethal artist respond to a stranger in his midst. Poorly, Loki could only imagine, sure -- but would his tempers be of the interesting sort, or was the trickster god to be bored to tears? )

“are you drunk?”

      “  doessit bo-ther you ?? ”

petulant glare is slur’s inflection,  a fake yet potent expression.   one arm remains firmly slung about the uchiha’s shoul- ohp.   about his neck …  && despite efforts to the contrary,  one’s weight becomes more && more the burden. yeah,  he’s.   sloshed. && the uchiha is warm.   && the uchiha - itachi … is.   warm. he said that. thunk.   thoughted.   fuck.       … hmmm …

“  hope not,  yeh,  ”   artlessly mumbled into shoulder’s curve,  slopes to another’s throat, “  cuzzzisis nice.  ”   perfect pronunciation.   A++ all around.   on every lazy level.   at every … hnnn,  yeah,  warm.

slow brush of one’s forehead along that curve,  goldenblonde a tangled mess.   quiet little snore  //  arms’ vice loosened  // && the snores come interrupted by a rather impressive thud-kmp — deidara’s body a slumped heap on the floor.

well then.

Really. To think that he was going to have to spend the night keeping an eye on Deidara.

Wrinkling his nose some, Itachi ignored the stench that wafted from the younger- as well as the too close proximity between the both of them. An occurrence that was only possible due to his companion’s severely lowered inhibitions. Otherwise it would have been more likely that he be threatened by Deidara.

Truly, why would anyone think it wise to drink themselves into such a--

Thud-kmp.

Well, then.

@zilveninde 

There was a short moment in which Sasuke began to doubt the notion of common sense. It couldn’t have lasted for longer than an epiphany, just in between the actual contact and the moment Sasuke realized Deidara was leaning in. 

Maybe, he now pondered ruefully, he should’ve just punched him in the face rather than have wasted time contemplating shenanigans. If only he had, then it would never have come to this. 

The fucker smelled weird. His lips seemed chapped, yet wet from blood. ( Must’ve busted his face earlier.) Oh, great, now it’d smudge all over him. 

Abruptly, Sasuke reached up and pushed Deidara away with an overly forceful shove. He very much intended to have him fall to the ground. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as he did so. Anger and embarrassment dripped from his mouth as he spat out, “I’ll fucking kill you, bastard.”