@accuto (x)
iwagakure.
lavender hues all but DART towards the blondes headband——- and, sure enough.. he’d gotten himself into such a panic that he hadn’t even thought to CHECK the other for such means of identification. && it was right there. he was SAFE. deidara’s threats fall on deaf ears, the hozuki too busy studying him over to care. && he COULD take him to interrogators if he pleased; suigetsu hadn’t REALLY done anything wrong yet.
it took a moment, but heavy breathing faded && he couldn’t hear the blood POUNDING in his ears anymore as he VISIBLY relaxed. this boy DIDN’T work for orochimaru. he wasn’t going to try to capture him and take him BACK there. maybe he could even HELP.
‘you’re from.. iwa.’ it wasn’t a question; more so a statement. as if he were still struggling to wrap his head around the concept. he was, a little. but still, lips stretch into a wide grin that put rows of sharp teeth on display && he CHUCKLES. he wasn’t sure why he was laughing. maybe at his own STUPIDITY, or purely out of relief.
Dark features twist in utter confusion and growing irritation as he watches the other’s puzzled expression, questions the boy’s gaze wandering up and down his own stature. He must be insane, mad, fled from a mental asylum. But the thing is–– he doesn’t seem crazy. The teen looks… like him. Younger maybe, and obviously the don’t look alike but––– he looks normal, if not tired out, exhausted .
As the ivory-haired boy laughs, Deidara leaves his guard, fingers loosen, arms sink. Only the expression of uneasiness and discomfort remain permanently slapped to the elder’s face. And he isn’t scared anymore, most certainly not terrified by the slim figure’s lgiht-hreated laughter echoing through the area––– just surprised. “Who the hell are you?“
