𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
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Sasori can catch him being reckless later. He's got birds and clouds going across his scapula. On his lower back a red scorpion.
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"Sure, nothing," he'll keep an eye on the other.
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"Sure, nothing," he'll keep an eye on the other.
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"Right."
He responded a bit dry. He can't believe Sasori is here. After all that.
Deidara watched the other investigate his work. It was a small bird one might see on a branch in springtime. The details have been incorporated to give the illusion of feathers without holding the viewers hand as—
He responded a bit dry. He can't believe Sasori is here. After all that.
Deidara watched the other investigate his work. It was a small bird one might see on a branch in springtime. The details have been incorporated to give the illusion of feathers without holding the viewers hand as—
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"Have you done this in your free time?"
A small, bitter laugh escaped his lips while lifting a clay figure, "It really hasn't been you lately, has it?"
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"Have you done this in your free time?"
A small, bitter laugh escaped his lips while lifting a clay figure, "It really hasn't been you lately, has it?"
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"It is nothing. Don't worry, hn."
He goes back to what he was doing before. Hoping Sasori will just drop it.
He goes back to what he was doing before. Hoping Sasori will just drop it.
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"It doesn't look like nothing," curiosity piqued, head tilted; he just stands there without moving.
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"It doesn't look like nothing," curiosity piqued, head tilted; he just stands there without moving.
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Deidara didn't understand. His room was its usual mess.. plus maybe a little more. His drawings darker, dead birds, snakes devouring helpless rabbits. Hes been lost. Itachi can only entertain Deidara's dramatics so much.
"You must be tired.. that was a long walk, hn."
Deidara turned to clear off—
"You must be tired.. that was a long walk, hn."
Deidara turned to clear off—
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"I don't know how it happened," he looking at his forearm where there was supposed to be a junction; he frowned, "I don't like this."
All of this was unnatural, and whatever had brought him back to life couldn't be good.
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"I don't know how it happened," he looking at his forearm where there was supposed to be a junction; he frowned, "I don't like this."
All of this was unnatural, and whatever had brought him back to life couldn't be good.
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"Hm? Nothing."
He shakes his head.
A little anxious. He didnt know how Sasori would feel about the art on Deidara's back.
He shakes his head.
A little anxious. He didnt know how Sasori would feel about the art on Deidara's back.
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He narrowed his eyes at the way the cloak naturally molded itself to Deidara's body after this one put it on relatively quickly.
"What’s going on, brat?"
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He narrowed his eyes at the way the cloak naturally molded itself to Deidara's body after this one put it on relatively quickly.
"What’s going on, brat?"
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Pulling his cloak on quickly-- nope. Not ready for the questions.
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It seems that he had fun in his absence.
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It seems that he had fun in his absence.
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... Oh Shit- Sasori is back. Deidara needs to hide his back tattoos. Oops.
"Shut up- ass.."
He snarled. The back of his hand was quick to hide the rogue drops fleeing his cerulean gaze. He sighed.
"Never thought I'd miss your bickering so much."
Deidara wanted to dote on him, but he knew that he'll likely see rejection.
"You.. look different, hn."
He stepped back—
He snarled. The back of his hand was quick to hide the rogue drops fleeing his cerulean gaze. He sighed.
"Never thought I'd miss your bickering so much."
Deidara wanted to dote on him, but he knew that he'll likely see rejection.
"You.. look different, hn."
He stepped back—
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"What else could I have done?" he muttered more to himself than to the blond.
Once the other released him, Sasori spoke again. "You're fucked up, brat."
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"What else could I have done?" he muttered more to himself than to the blond.
Once the other released him, Sasori spoke again. "You're fucked up, brat."
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Reposted by 𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
Reposted by 𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
Reposted by 𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
Reposted by 𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
Reposted by 𝗦⃥𝗖⃥𝗢⃥𝗥⃥𝗣⃥𝗜⃥𝗢⃥𝗡⃥ .
Nope not at all.
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He doesn't seem to have much to do on a daily basis, does he?
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He doesn't seem to have much to do on a daily basis, does he?
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Deidara needed the time to be there, holding Sasori.
Perhaps if nothing had happened, Deidara wouldn't have dared touch Sasori. The scorpion has put the fear of God more than once into Deidara, poisoned him for punishment. Though now, all he expresses in genuine affection for his master.
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Perhaps if nothing had happened, Deidara wouldn't have dared touch Sasori. The scorpion has put the fear of God more than once into Deidara, poisoned him for punishment. Though now, all he expresses in genuine affection for his master.
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Of course, he wasn't used to such displays of affection. However, although he didn't respond immediately, he didn't pull away either .
"Don't tell me what to do," he murmured in a flat tone, trying to process the sensations invading his body .
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Of course, he wasn't used to such displays of affection. However, although he didn't respond immediately, he didn't pull away either .
"Don't tell me what to do," he murmured in a flat tone, trying to process the sensations invading his body .
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Deidara usually had a very strict 'no touching' rule. He didn't like it, to feel like a thing without autonomy. That is thrown away at this moment.
The blonde sprints for Sasori. Enveloping him in a tight hold, a sob being choked back. Feeling the physical body washed Deidara with relief and—
The blonde sprints for Sasori. Enveloping him in a tight hold, a sob being choked back. Feeling the physical body washed Deidara with relief and—
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It was him, it really was him .
With the characteristic impassivity of the redhead, he don't delay in detailed the features of the blonde; he had changed .
How much time had passed? He had no idea but that didn't seem to matter. Not now .
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It was him, it really was him .
With the characteristic impassivity of the redhead, he don't delay in detailed the features of the blonde; he had changed .
How much time had passed? He had no idea but that didn't seem to matter. Not now .
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