💓 k this is the last meme i send in for awhile b/c i am pretty sure at this point the level of attention we have given hidan borders on harassment.
Send “💓” to listen to my muse’s heartbeat!
Her shitty K-pop hair flutters on his bare chest, as dark as the night sky above. She has a head filled with stars and theories that he’d never get, like,
The absence of light is in itself evidence of a black hole, which will typically present itself with a contradictory ring of light around it, which comes from matter heating up as gravity pulls it to its doom; and,
if you fall into the visual horizon of a black hole you’re fucked before you know it, ‘cause invisibility is proof of its existence, something that we can’t run and hide from; and,
if you’re being pulled into a black hole your body will elongate like spaghetti, organs stretching into cells disintegrating into molecules and atoms, then energy; but,
All Hidan really gets is,
that these things have halos, that not even light can escape the fury of God; and,
that angels are horrific things, the sight of which causes death; and,
that we are all made of the stardust, and to stardust we will return.
Anko laughs when Hidan says that. He shoves her, and she shoves him back, slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Shut your trap,” Anko says, simply. Not because he’s stupid, but because she’s tired of his rambling, cracking a yawn before laying back down on his chest.
He shifts, skin sweaty and slick against the hood of his car. With a shrug, Hidan goes back to star gazing, neck prickling with static.
He tells himself they don’t stare back.
