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The High Priestess
tarot asks.
The High Priestess: one thing you wish you knew.
Why me?
It’s a question that clings to his tongue and sticks to the back of his teeth from the age of nine until his death. It doesn’t raise its head very often, lays sleeping unless he thinks too hard on how his wings have been clipped so often.
Why did they always choose him? For the jutsu that changes him into something less than human, for the Akatsuki?
He never pries enough to learn, but it sticks.
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Send “🍼” for a headcanon about my muse as a child.
Srash developed a strong protective instinct for Kisame when he was confronted to the treatment, they got from other children because of their apperance.
He got in many fights because of the bullying, they both had to go through. That was until he called one of his fellow classmates as result of the final exam in the academy.
Yet some of them still called them names, none of them dared to challenge Srash to a fight. It was because of the cold stare in his eyes, the shark had back then when he killed the one, who tormented them the most without taking a sweat.
“. . .Have you slept at all lately?”
Sick Starters
It took a while to comprehend the old mans speech. Her head was throbbing, vision blurry and all the noises around her seemed to beat against her ear drums. Her mental process was slowed, it was hard to think with all these troublesome symptoms.
Sleep. It sounded so enticing. She had been up a few days now, working her ass off; a little more than she needed too. She should have listened to Nagato when he told her to at least nap. Konan moved to speak, but was interrupted by her head spinning, and a wave of heat that over come her.
“No..” was all she could offer him right now. She had to focus on getting to bed, realizing now that she went far past a healthy limit. Taking a step towards the door, she stumble, grabbing onto the misers shoulder for balance. She was unsure if he might not have liked that but it was instinctive. If she hadn’t she might have busted her face on the floor.
“My apologies…a little dizzy.”
@earthgrudge
@earthgrudge. // starter call.
“Kakuzu!” His voice is loud, breaking through the din of the otherise empty hideout. He stands before Kakuzu, his hair wild about his face without the usual care and taming that went into it.
The stitches on his arm are weeping blood in long lines down his forearm. “Fix this!”
