[[Adopt meeeeeee]]
//You’re on my skype I think you qualify.
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[[Adopt meeeeeee]]
//You’re on my skype I think you qualify.
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æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)
He speaks the language common amongst the five lands and no other, nor does he have an interest in learning others.
loyalblossom replied to your post:❤
[[Young Danzo is so cute in your icon omg, i can’t xD]]
//Young Danzo is the most unimpressed Danzo
There was a shuffle and a small yelp to be heard long before the dark head of young child peeked around the tree. Russet eyes stared without blinking at him for a good few seconds before the rest of the face became visible. "What are you doing?"
He turns around with a grin, stone in hand. “Skipping these across the river. What are you doing?”
She didn’t know it was his birthday. Such things were of no consequence to the dead. But she had the urge to visit him. And so she let her mind wander back to were he was… and within only a few steps she reached his side. The world surrounding them was still as nebulous and white, but there were flecks of colors now in the distance.
“Itachi-san, look over there.” It was a shimmer on the horizon and she pointed it out to him. “I wonder what it is…” Turning her head, her smile shone with far more substance than the whole of her being. “Let’s take a look!"
She moved, hoping he would follow. The closer they would get, the lighter the fog would become. And instead of stepping on nothing the ground beneath them turned into earth covered in grass. There would be trees reaching up into a light blue sky and sometimes words and voices drifted into their vicinity. Lifting her head, Rin listened intently.
"Happy birthday, nii-san…” The voice was light and young, aging with every word until it was loud and clear –and sounded much older. They stopped, unsure if it was Rin who had halted her steps first or if it was the raven haired male walking with her. But it was clear what had stopped them in their tracks. The voice reverberate with a certain sadness laced with a bitter taste.
But also longing.
There was no one Rin saw whom that voice could belong to. No matter how close it sounded. Russet eyes flickered over to the dead nin. Itachi-san must be that brother. She couldn’t remember if she had a brother or not, but she would be filled with the same sadness as that voice, if she had one and had lost him.
Rin couldn’t tell how long they stood there, waiting for the voice to speak up again. But it didn’t. And slowly the surroundings disappeared back into the familiar fog. Clasping her hands in front, the woman waited for any kind of reaction. When there was none initially, she turned her head. Maybe this happened because of how strong these emotions had been. Strong enough to bring them back into a semblance of a world they once had known. A smile tugged at her lips.
“Happy birthday, Itachi-san.”
[[Happy birthday, you grumpy old man. I’m still not over your death and I hope you and your mun both like it and I didn’t butcher your portrayal (no matter how little it was) completely.]]
He couldn’t answer back.
He just couldn’t.
The sound of the voice, the words chosen, the forgiveness and love carried in that tone bring him to a complete still, staring ahead at nothing, his mind racing as fast as it can, yet not even reaching a proper conclusion. He couldn’t decide what feeling to settle on.
It’s Rin’s voice that yanks him back, forces a breath, though even in the world of the dead, no such thing was required.
His heart hurts.
“Thank you.” he responds as is polite, quickly averting his gaze elsewhere.
loyalblossom replied to your post “[[Hello, my name is Lilly and I adoooooore the Uchihas. [/wheeps] ALL...”
[/flings the blanket of love over you too] B]
//I’VE BEEN BLANKETED?
☟She purse her lips before she crouches down, doodling a stick figure into the earth. "Would you like to have a brother? Or sister?"
His eyes narrow. Are these the kinds of questions humans ask? Does his father like these questions?
“It doesn’t matter.”
☟"Do you like your brother?"
He stares up at the human girl.
“I have no brother.”