❝ I go off like a GUN / a loaded WEAPON. ❞

If there is one thing he enjoys, it is to be given insight into Hidan's mind ( granted glances, which are so unlike the forced ones he usually takes into split open heads of sinners ), a spontaneous offer to follow a trail and unravel it, see where it leads them. Some of them fascinating, some a cause for subtle concern that guides a hand to his back and pull him into the possessive safety he attempts to create for him.

when he parts his lips to answer, his intent is half-rebuke, half-clarification ( for when he spoke of ‘where I am from’, he certainly did not mean to imply that it was anywhere similar to where he was now ; Hidan’s roots, no matter how much he strayed from them —no matter if he turned his back to them or greeted them with a shiv in the jugular—  ran deep, firmly anchored in a lineage of many generations, each equally devoted. to a belief, or a god, or a norm, or an authority figure. devoted, all the same, and perhaps therein lay the problem. ). still. being lumped together with his parents’ principles tasted like saltwater laced with vinegar. went down his throat just as pleasantly—which is to say, not at all. ( he wants to explain this, to put his derision into words, but for once, the verbalization of it fails him. for once, he clenches his teeth against the petulance that urges him to snap at Abaddon that he does not get it and certainly does not know him, if that is all he has to say in reply!! I assume. . ..  well you assume a whole fucking lot!  but the meaning crashes against a firm enamel cage. whatfuckingever. his facial expression speaks for itself, in a manner that words never could. )

white juxtaposed against black.

when he’d first uttered the words, his mind was adrift. it was a careless remark ( as many of Hidan’s words often are; loose ends, kites that slipped away and now wander aimlessly ). perhaps a peculiar sort of compliment ( a reassurance? worse, a guarantee? ), tucked away between the lines. he never expected it to be more. he certainly did not expect it to be this ( a slippery slope, ice beneath his heels. he steps forward, away. pebbles, disturbed by his movements, wander dangerously close to the edge of a darkness so dense, it appears void of any, everything. the dark seems comforting. is it, though. . ... .? )

              “ I really meant the colours. you’re making it into something else, seriously. ”

( why does that make him nauseous? is it for the fact that, when push comes to shove, there are subjects better left alone between them? raw flesh, stripped bare, that Hidan shouldn’t, were he smart, poke at?— he hates it. )

              “ if you're in the mood to fight, just say so. I'm game. ” ( what a funny thing to say, to your l-- )

ANGEL AND DEMONS BY DAN BROWN QUOTES . quotes gathered from both book and movie of the robert langdon franchise. quotes include mentions of God as the book treats subjects of religion (mainly, christianity and catholicism) so please beware of that if the subject upsets you.

God answers all prayers, but sometimes his answer is 'no'.

Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this: when we as a species abandon our trust in a power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability.

Nothing captures human interest more than human tragedy.

Angels and demons were identical--interchangeable archetypes--all a matter of polarity.

The guardian angel who conquered your enemy in battle was perceived by your enemy as a demon destroyer.

Since the beginning of time, spirituality and religion have been called to fill in the gaps that science did not understand.

But who is more ignorant? The man who cannot define lightning, or the man who does not respect its awesome power?

…In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves.

Sometimes, divine revelation simply means adjusting your brain to hear what your heart already knows.

Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.

Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to.

Nothing captures human interest more than human tragedy.

God, grant me strength to accept those things I cannot change.

Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed.

Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true.

 I don’t understand this omnipotent-benevolent thing.

Omnipotent-benevolent simply means that God is all-powerful and well-meaning.

 The contradiction is pain. Man’s starvation, war, sickness . . .

He can protect us, He would have to. It seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help.

Pain is part of growing up. It’s how we learn.

Even the technology that promises to unite us, divides us. Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The most dangerous enemy is that which no one fears!

 I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believed in God. There is a difference. 

 When you lie out under the stars, do you sense the divine? Do you feel in your gut that you are staring up at the work of God's hands?

RULES: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that, let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself. After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat. original by @treasurechestrpmemes

“ Never have I ever fantasized about murder. ”

ㅤGo out for drinks with Hidan, they said. It will be fun, they said, You won't be semi-overtly discussing homicide, they said. ...Or, well. Nobody said that, certainly not the last part, yet the point being: Itachi finds his eyes widening slightly in bewilderment.

ㅤIn all fairness, and in the world and times we live in, hyperbolic statements come too easily. I literally [this and that]; Itachi also the one person who deadpans, no, you did not literally did that, you don't know what literally means, stop using that word in every sentence. A whole different story for a whole other day, or perhaps for after a few more shots.

Anyway.

«Does it count when we're stuck in traffic and wishing to nuke the whole avenue?»

ㅤBecause, then, yes, he's guilty as charged. As possibly is every other human being who ever met the tragedy that is rush hour at evening. Now, beyond that... there's also stuff like spam emails, books that get printed with typos in the text, autocorrect in chatboxes that was never asked for. And who never thought about a few political leaders of some of the most influential countries and believed this world would be better off without them?

ㅤAnd... there's the sheer, raw enticement of the act when considered in the absence of moral values, Itachi supposes. The striking realization that humans are such fragile creatures, that it's so remarkably easy to make the transition from alive to dead. All it takes is a cut in the right spot, or a few grams of certain substances, or a few seconds of oxygen deprivation. It's as topic as terrifying as it is fascinating. L'appel du vide. Taken together, he reckons it's justification enough to take the glass and drain it in one go.

And now to give back.

«Never have I ever had an unrequited crush.»

( which is to say: he’s never met someone who, in the face of such a statement, failed to drink. which is to say: man is as close to beast as can be, in too many ways. which is to say: do you truly think a single person lacks the capacity to envision —if only for a singular moment, a single opportunity — the attractive efficacy of murder? the all-purpose problem solver, like vinegar and baking soda.)

so when Hidan laughs, the sound is not coloured by surprise. in its stead, nearly palpable, rings a manic sort of glee ( the consequence of being proven right ). and when he fixes his gaze upon Itachi, unwavering and unblinking and motionless for a breath too long for it to be aligned with what propriety dictates – it’s intentional, and a direct consequence of the other’s drinking.

he looks a little smug around the edges, too.

( ——ah, Itachi. with his disposition like jade, his temperament of a deep pond in February.  it would be nice to see him, just once, thrust inside the ribcage of a burning building. Hidan would take fucking pictures, and idle by just to enjoy it. )

but it’s short-lived, when he actually considers the words that follow.

it’s not like his heartbeat suddenly screams, or his lungs deflate in the whiplash of balloons meeting a needle. but the air is suddenly thicker, goes down his windpipe like molasses. grows warmer by a handful of degrees. ( anger pours into him, red and staining like wine, and Hidan gathers it all up, tugs it closer to himself with the enthusiasm of a masochist ). golden hair spills like sunlight into his memory. red lipstick, all over his neck and his collarbone to match the grooves left between his ribs, the ghost of her body above him, as she fucks him, pressing into the hallows between bones and laughing as if she wants to tear him open.

phantoms should remain six feet under, to rot alongside their bones. they have no right to linger in his thoughts. the fuck is this.

               “ ugh, whatever, seriously. ”

Blood and grime are his own uniform, held together by the threads of broken spirits and the raging rhythm of bullets and artillery. So it is, in his utmost humble opinion, no surprise when he is dressed in such, splatters painted across his torso, nestled deeply in every crevice, every pore ( and there went out another horse that was red ). It fits him, does it not? This stark sign of hatred and violence and fear.

( there’s no such thing as a clean person, once they’re born.  time only serves to highlight the stains left upon them. like that yellowing wallpaper, starting to peel at the corners, itching for fingernails to sneak underneath and rip its insides open. )

             “ hm. ”  ( it’s because people ain’t clean, could never be clean if they tried, regardless of their preaching —because that sort of hypocrisy went against the inclinations of human nature itself— that the entity before him even exists. or is it the other way ‘round? chicken and egg. does it matter? it all leads to a scrambled dinner in the end. )    “ I know how to fucking bathe, once in a while. ”

Dashgame: Never Have I Ever !

Rules: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself. After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat. Original By @treasurechestrpmemes

“ never have I ever fantasized about murder.”

This time Senritsu took not a sip from her drink, but instead her short, gnarled finger stayed pressed on the edge of her glass,slowly circeling around it over and over again while a highpitched sound started to dance through the air. "Roar, little lion, roar.", she hummed melodically, with her chin leaned on her other hand coyly and a small smile curling around her stark frontteeth. The smile was amused while she listened to the others laughter and mocking noises. The smile was amused, because this was not the first time Senritsu sat infront of a murderer. The smile was amused because Senritsu had sat infront of a lot of dangerouse murderers in her line of work and she still lived. "But its still not impressive. It is very easy to think about hurting other people and even easier to do just that. Toddlers can do that, especially when they want anothers plaything in the sandbox.", her short finger continued to dance along the edge of the glass, the highpitched sound warbled through the air like a song: "I would say I am proud that I have a better impulse-control than a toddler, if that would be something to be proud of in the first place." Laughig in all good humor she nimbly took her drink and raised her glass towards Hidan, winking friendly: "But if its those kind of topics you enjoy, why not- Never have I ever witnissed a execution." This time the musician emptied her glass.

related to this.

the sounds that leave his throat are good-humored enough ( not quite laughter; closer to scrambled chuckling, standing at the very edge of a growl. something a little feral, certainly, but not unwilling to yield under the expert touch of a knowing hand ).

Hidan is smart enough to take his previous assessment back. ( if only privately. ) he’s not as stubborn or as stupid as to be unable to reassess and learn, after all. adapting is an art he’s dabbled in for a long while, now. in his own . . .. unique. . . .manner.

but eh.  impressive? . . . .. the fuck. as if it—   “ wasn’t meant to be. ” a noncommittal statement, limp in strength like an overcooked noodle, highlighting the fact that he does not expect a repartee to the words he flings to the wind for the sheer pleasure of talking ( for the sheer pleasure of pointing out that he’s not fucking wrong about this. about anything, for that matter. ) what he doesn’t say is this: it’s meant to root out the liars, whole roots and all, as easily as from the wet earth ; and that, in the aftermath, Hidan would take great pleasure in plucking them apart. most fall for it hook – line – sinker. if they are dumb. ( of course, most people are ; because they drink while laughing, as if it were some jest. as if humans haven't one fantastized —or at least thought of, at least considered— tearing another limb from limb. bullshit. )

mockery shuffles away with nimble steps. gives way to a brief bout of annoyance, and then, more openly, to curiosity when the next hammer falls.

                 “ re-eally. ” his tone isn’t impressed, per se. ( not in the ordinary way one is thought of to be so. ) rather, it’s stunned, the truth of it bleeding freely into his expression ( suddenly akin to that of a fish having been yanked out of water and slapped abruptly against cobblestone ). and because he cannot help himself —can, doesn’t want to— he adds:  “ tell me about it. ”

               “ –fuck you. ”  and that one’s for Death itself.    “ fuck you with a fucking chainsaw. ”  while that one might be for the comment. “ who knew you got so handsy with the lord of hell. ” an eyebrow dips in a twisted sort of curiosity, but it doesn’t exactly carry into his voice. the interest is minimal. roused curiosity, but nothing beyond. after all, Hidan doubts that Lucifer’s temper leads him to punching people. burn them to a crisp? bubble their insides up to the gooiness of a marshmallow? sure. but punching them requires a level of physicality that Hidan cannot quite reconcile with what he knows of him.