#contritum-coronam

[despairinghxpe-archive]

Your shirt has to go, but you can stay. //from contritum-coronam

⦓義務⦔–––

“Being commanding tonight, eh..?” The amusement dances behind his eyes and he gives a small chuckle as he pulls his shirt over his head. It’s then that he saunters over to Madara, placing his hands on his biceps as he teasingly brushes his lips over the other’s cheeks. 

“I was going to stay, anyway, but thank you for the permission.” 

@contritum-coronam

[celxstialclanarchive]

//from contritum-coronam ;D

"Oh. Ohh my gosh..." Too hot! Kagura.exe has stopped working.

[despairinghxpe-archive]

||Live it Up||

@contritum-coronam 苦あれば楽あり.

The hot summer sun had beaten the both of them most of their one-on-one match, and the match that started out as just a fun way to pass the time grew more and more competitive as it went on. Madara and Itachi were tied, which made things even more challenge-driven, since neither of them liked to loose, especially not to each other.

Itachi was the one who had the ball, for now, and Madara was chasing after him. The other’s shirt was clinging to his skin, mapping out his form, and his gaze lingered on him longer than it really should. He was a perplexed at this, and maybe it was just the hot summer heat, but the nature of the competitive activity and it being a highly physical  one was driving him up the wall. Nothing should be different, but it was, and Madara realized this fully when he had caught up to Itachi and was facing him, each of them shuffling their feet on the solid ground.

Itachi held the ball between his palms against his chest and matched Madara’s gaze, intense as ever, and he felt something strange in his chest bubble up. Madara shook it off in favor of focusing on their match, but the feeling made it’s home in his chest and the way Itachi’s arms flexed as he pushed the ball to his right was distracting enough that when he switched directions to sidestep and run past him, Madara was just offbeat enough that Itachi slid by and threw the ball with precision straight into the basket with a layout that showed exactly how toned he was and Madara cursed himself for his wandering mind.

Running a hand through his long hair, letting himself catch his breath, Madara walked over to look Itachi in the eyes, “You broke the tie, you choose whether or not we go for another round.” His words were still breathy from their rough match, and Itachi looked similarly warn, his hands on his hips and chest rising and falling quickly to catch his breath. The red on the other’s cheeks caused wildly unexpected images to creep into his mind, further causing himself to be flummoxed at his own thoughts. What was going on with him?

⦓義務⦔–––

Itachi can’t stop himself from catching Madara’s eyes--of noticing where the other’s eyes moved across his body..and he found his eyes wandering across Madara’s body--his arms as he moved the ball mostly--and the expression on his face. Their eyes met and Itachi took the moment to sidestep him, dribbling the ball down the court and then executed a picture-perfect layup. HA! Take that, Madara! Though he is exhausted and panting, the light in his eyes is still there. 

He turned back to Madara with a smirk, a soft blush on his cheeks. He’d never overtly checked anyone out like Madara was doing, but Madara was Madara. But that didn’t mean that Itachi wasn’t doing the same--except so much more subtly. Those small glances were building up and he was definitely sure he was more aroused than he had ever been.

“Is this the best you can do?” Itachi teased, “Let’s go another round. I’m supposedly sick. The mighty Uchiha Madara..bested by an invalid.”

The sarcasm that dripped off the last word is definitely more challenging and he moves to Madara, meeting his gaze in a display of defiance he hadn’t mustered up since he told his father that he would be bankrolling Sasuke’s escapades into the music scene.  “What’re you gonna do, Madara? Gonna play or stand there?” A smirk adorned his lips as his head tilted up challengingly, a mere hair’s breadth away from Madara’s lips.

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@contritum-coronam || Accidental Sex Meme Kagura was disappointed in Madara. While sometimes cumbersome, a garden could be an extremely useful aspect of the house. She was glad today was just supposedly hot, not humid. She would have to list a few easy ways to keep it in good condition, planning to plant a few low maintenance vegetables to start with, since he was obviously neglecting these poor things. She had just finished pulling all the dead plants and plowing the small patch of land, gardening hoe in hand when she felt someone staring at her. Looking right at Madara, she tried not to fidget under his stare, feeling very naked. After getting herself under control, she leaned on the gardening hoe for support as she grinned knowingly. "Are you going to keep staring or do you want to learn how to do this yourself?"

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@contritum-coronam for the OC doodle meme!

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Work Out!

@contritum-coronam Kagura didn't want to be reminded of her sister holding her up and making her late. She was planning to murder her later for it, knowing she didn't like being tardy to things. "It's Kamiya, not five minutes late. My father wanted that put on there but the registry wouldn't accept it," she joked. She was already in work out gear, sitting her bag down on the side, stretching. "What are we doing first?"

[peacefuluchiha]

✧ (from contritum-coronam)

@contritum-coronam

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle (from contritum-coronam, if you want to :D)

           MASTERLIST OF MEMES || Accepting || @contritum-coronam

                                                Inspired by this song. 

Itachi remembers as children both he and Madara trained together every day. Though Madara is only a few years older than him, he feels as if they are close--and while Madara feels the same...the wedge deepened as they worked towards different paths to peace. Itachi pushes Madara towards the Senju’s plan for an alliance while Madara resists with everything he has. That is, until after Izuna’s death and the pair of them must surrender. 

Itachi can’t help that the Uchiha like him more, that they feel as if he listened to them more. He gave the popular vote more weight..and as such, Madara is left on the outskirts again. He reaches for him, tries to bring him back into the fold but sees the resentment in his eyes--it’s the same resentment he harbors for Hashirama. But..this time, it’s turned against him. Itachi doesn’t know how to process it..but Madara knows that his end is coming, that he will eventually leave.

That this peace is fake, that the system created is not going to withstand..and no one wants to change it. It infuriates him more than anything that Itachi, his own clansman--! Went against him to help Hashirama with their clan. That is his position as the head--not Itachi’s. Not only is it subordination, it is betrayal and it stings more than he cares to admit. He feels as if he’s lost someone more than important to him, and Itachi’s betrayal almost stings as much as Izuna’s death. Almost. 

The night Madara leaves, it’s Itachi that catches him--and it’s Itachi that fights him. The flames dance between them, burning through everything in their wake. While Madara has the greater chakra pool and is healthy, Itachi is ill--with a lot less chakra. But his strength lies in his genjutsu--and he knows he can rival Madara with it. The fight rages for hours, progressively moving away from the village. Itachi won’t kill Madara--he can’t. He’s his family, he can’t turn his back on him.

He knows Hashirama will surely kill him, so at least if Itachi can quell him..he can say he was able to. That Madara won’t do it again. As they both finally wear thin, their attacks become more sloppy, the sparks from Itachi’s katana and Madara’s kama and gunbai wane..and they are left facing each other, exhausted, tired. Finally, Madara speaks, “You betrayed me.” It’s spoken darkly, sullenly--which is hurt for him. 

“I want what is best..” Itachi equivocates, “I did not mean to hurt you.” Come back, he wants to say, but the words stick in his throat. Finally, he swallows them down and speaks them, “Come back with me. We will try to fix this.”

“You will listen to me? You won’t go behind my back again?” Furiously.

“I will listen to you and I will not ‘go behind your back’ again.” Exhaustedly.

“..I can’t go back.” They won’t accept him now, not that they’ve carved out a valley in the middle of the territory.

“You can. I will go with you and they won’t touch you.” Itachi’s implacable. He isn’t going to allow Madara to leave. “We will find a way to have peace, Madara. You have to trust me.”

“......” Madara is unsure of if he can trust him, but the fury behind his eyes wanes--they transition back into their inky black depths and Itachi’s shoulders relax. Finally, some headway.

Itachi is the only one who took the time to spend time with him after Izuna’s death--the only one to care for him after. Perhaps, Madara realizes--that Itachi has been his friend since the beginning. He nods, “Let’s go back.”