HER SMILE IS PURE WHITE LILIES over leaves of green. gaiety blooms from her lips, falling betwixt them like autumn’s foliage. capitulum lulls curiously to the right, simple coiffure gently framing her face, grin stretched warily from ear to ear. there’s a vague part of her that realizes he’s still clasping whatever secret he’d dug up in his hands, but his demeanor is disarming. she knows him well enough - he wouldn’t bring something harmful into the home of his friend. ❝ you know you’re welcome any time, mitsuki. ❞ she steps aside, allowing him space to enter.
FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS SILENCE over silence. the world is quiet. there is only them, following in each other’s footsteps. ❝ when you’re part of a team, you share the lives of your partners. so boruto’s family ❞ a pause.
A CONGENIAL HOMESTEAD, life breathed into once barren walls, blissful moments of tranquillity fleeting yet eternalised; photographs of their family. The boards beneath his feet are a warm mahogany & there’s a straw mat embracing potential visitants, it’s quite the contrast to the location he called HOME.
& when the woman speaks once more, it’s with gentle conviction, reminiscent of past endeavours that were void of the youths, the times in which their parents strove for victory beneath the world’s atrocities.
abruptly a warmth blossoms beneath ivory swathe, within bone & blood & it’s so foreign a gesture to Mitsuki that a hand brushes 'gainst his breast in perplexity. What was that sensation ? An ailment perhaps ?
“ Thank you. ” appreciation genuine, it curls the serpent’s maw in ways deceit could never, smoulders within predatory hues.
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