( not a sentiment he would have communicated a year ago, but. he is not the man he was. his focus alights on huaisang, the snap of the fan a distraction lacking in teeth. it is perhaps the first thing huaisang has said that truly tastes like a lie, but perhaps that is his own bias — if there is one among their number that can stand on this world and neither care for nor be moved by what will transpire here in a matter of days, he has not met them yet.
)
Does this little one have a name?
( the creature is silk-soft beneath his touch, preening on his curled fingers. she turns away from him and bounds back to huaisang after a long moment, grooming affectionately at the hem of his sleeve while itachi watches it. )
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( not a sentiment he would have communicated a year ago, but. he is not the man he was. his focus alights on huaisang, the snap of the fan a distraction lacking in teeth. it is perhaps the first thing huaisang has said that truly tastes like a lie, but perhaps that is his own bias — if there is one among their number that can stand on this world and neither care for nor be moved by what will transpire here in a matter of days, he has not met them yet.
)
Does this little one have a name?
( the creature is silk-soft beneath his touch, preening on his curled fingers. she turns away from him and bounds back to huaisang after a long moment, grooming affectionately at the hem of his sleeve while itachi watches it. )