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leans on.
he was such a gentle boy. loving fingertips went to brush over the soft skin of his cheek, allowing him to simply rest his body against hers before shifting. one arm slid down to his back, && the other slipped under bent knees. carefully, she picked up the young shinobi, whispering soft words into his hair as she carried him back to his room.
brushes his bangs from his face to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, smiling warmly. 'have you been staying hydrated?'
“yosha!” he beams under the affection of his partner, though wonders if the sweat gathered at his brow from training bothers him at all. probably not, inojin is no stranger to hard work either.
as if to solidify his claim, metal produces a canister from his hip and jostles it around, the signature slosh of liquid sounding inside of it. “have you? we have been out here some time…”
smushes his cheeks together. ' i love you. '
blushes to his ears, going cross-eyed to try and look at the hands holding his mouth.
( he loves me. he really loves me! oh, this is the best day of my life! say something cool, say something smooth and interesting like all those men in films… )
cheeks still smushed together, he fumbles out, “ahhwuvv’ootoo-” and oops he slobbered a little.
…DARNIT.
inojin: i want to take metal on a date!
gaara: the best dates come from suna, they are ripe and sweet.
inojin: gaara-sensei...no....
[3:18:07 PM] tsunade hime™: shikamaru is always so fucking awake [3:18:09 PM] tsunade hime™: dsjhdkjdkf [3:18:16 PM] tsunade hime™: like as a muse [3:18:19 PM] tsunade hime™: not as a person [3:18:38 PM] inojin.: oMFG
this is my predicament. this is the muse i love so much. 8|
clings to asuma's leg.
asuma peered down as the small blond clinging to his leg and a grand smile flew across his lips as he leaned to speak to inojin ; all the warmth in the world in his gruff voice. ❛ i’m not a tree, kiddo, but if ya want we can go on an adventure? ... hmm, where’s a good place to go... ah! i know just the place. ❜
his large arms scooped inojin up and propped the boy on his shoulders before setting into motion. with broad, callous hands holding the youth’s feet for balance ; he found amusement in the sensation of inojin playing with the bracelets that he wore. his strides are calculated to ensure the tiny ball of yamanaka does not fall from his shoulders as he makes their way through the village. his aim were the fields near he leaf’s front gate that he had taken a young shikamaru to in the past. he wanted to set up shop, as it were, in the field and let the boy run around or do whatever might make him happy.
❛ — i might have a scroll or two you can play about with --- that sound good? ❜
"i had a nightmare." -- for ino B))
sharing a bed starters | accepting
ino always curled herself around sai, no part of her would be left out in the cold. it was easier this way. it helped keep her mind at ease. helped keep whatever was still attached to her, away in the deep corners of her mind. it made her life normal. it made it easy for her to forget how she ripped into other’s mind and stripped them of who they were as a person. she was a powerful weapon, and so was her pride and joy.
ino never wanted to put him through what she went through.
breathing through her nose, she stirred slightly when she heard the door open. inojin was quiet but a mother always knew when their child was near. it was instinct. always needing to protect their young from whatever was trying to hurt them.
❛ mm? baby, what’s wrong? ❜ ino groggily spoke as she pressed a kiss to sai’s cheek, willing him to stay asleep as she turned to face the door.
❛ hey, hey. inojin, come here. you can sleep with us tonight okay? ❜ ino held both of her arms open as she ushered her son into her embrace, tugging him onto the mattress with her as she peppered his features with kisses. cooing, and smoothing his hair back. attempting to calm whatever anxiety arose in him.
❛ i love you. mommy isn’t going to let anything happen to you, okay? ❜
& burn au | @drawnblade.
he couldn’t focus, it was why he’d come home only slightly earlier than his usual time. it’d been months since her death and he still hadn’t let himself break ; he still hadn’t properly breathed about it. in all honesty, he wasn’t ready. he couldn’t be, not yet. his cruel mind provided the image of inojin at the funeral in frightening clarity and he remembered the sadness of the boy’s dry cheeks. and in that, shikamaru could not allow himself to crumble under the weight til his god son had gotten his grief out --- he would not let himself find his last stage til inojin had passed through more of the steps on his, if any of them at all. he was not new to shouldering his pain or his grief, he’d done it before, he could do it again.
he would do it again, for inojin’s sake.
kicking off his sandals at the entrance, he set down the hall and found a peculiar quiet --- temari wasn’t home? perhaps, she’d gone to suna to see her brothers or maybe she was again at the gravestone to lay flowers... perhaps she was even tending a late night in the yamanaka flower shop. he had presumed shikadai was perhaps visiting a friend because he couldn’t deal with the atmosphere in the house.
treading down the hall with a soft shuffling he paused outside the door of a room all too familiar to tired memory. steeling himself, he opened the slider and peered at the sight before him with a fleeting hesitance. there sat his god son in front of an already prepared shogi set up --- and it was the very board and pieces he’d tucked away months ago because he knew himself all too well. finally, his bravery overtook him and he moved forward til he could seat himself atop a pillow across from the young blond with a quiet nod of confirmation that he understood. silence remained as he reached out and played his hand with a murmur of the clacking of wood on wood.
