#ophidae

[asaraltu]

@ophidae​ -- ;

In the several months since his revival by the King of Hell at Nagato’s hand, the most pertinent and crippling had been news of the death of his clan. Not death, but slaughter. Oftentimes, Madara hadn’t wanted to believe it; that it was just some gray nightmare he could easily awaken from, only to find them alive, even under Konoha’s heel. For a man who had brought whole nations to their knees, this had been the thing that had broken him. Within the vilalge of Amegakure that Akatsuki operated outside of, the rain came in bitter, frigid squalls that affected the Uchiha little. Perched within the mouth of some warding demon composing of enormous metal, the grotesque creature could do little to soothe his thoughts.

In the late hour, Madara perked when he sensed their resident Sannin’s chakra signature, barely shifting; an unspoken sign of acceptance to the serpent’s presence.

“What? Have something to report, Orochimaru?”

[sinatraaloof]

[yuruse]

‘  you’re  allowed  to  be  angry .  you’re  allowed  to  feel  whatever  it  is  that  you  feel .  ’ ( for sasuke ) - @ophidae

His head dips, brows knitting together in thought. Of all topics to bring up during dinner, he selects a topic like this. He could inquire about anything else, but he’s bringing up feelings? 

He’s not angry, he’s done with that. He’s moved past that. His rage since the end of the war has gone silent. It’s roar no more than an echo of the past. It’s gone, settled, satisfied. 

He sets down his chopsticks, seeming to need every ounce of physical and mental energy to figure out this conversation. He lifts his gaze to look at his mentor. Is there a trap waiting somewhere in those words? What is he trying to gain out of this? Is this a lesson? Is he trying to impose some lesson he needs to pick up on? There’s too many options and Sasuke finds his energy levels not up to par. 

He’s not up to untangling the motives of his former teacher. No he finds himself thinking. Not right now. This conversation is loaded and he is not prepared to navigate the land mines he suspects are there. 

“There is nothing to feel anymore. I...should...I am fine now.” He doesn’t feel anything, not lately. He’s like a void, but it’s better than what he had to deal with before. At this point what does he have to be angry about? He is supposed to be fine. Why is Orochimaru questioning, why is he even fucking hinting it’s not. His lips pull into a frown. 

“Why are you bringing this up?” 

[asaraltu]

“ stay with me. ”  

anIt was a betrayal from the one he could trust, the voice that had once bee the Uchiha replied desolately, his thoughts aggrieved but smothered beneath shields both mental and not, like barriers of ice, tarp, and steel. Disconsolate, on a rare but clear night in Amegakure, Madara blindly embraced the serpent nd subject them all to his nightmare, to know his anguish and die with screaming in their hearts. For what was innocence in their world? Was it a true thing, or simply the lowest denominator until the sins of humanity built higher and higher and toppled over into something that could drown or smother? Two things that spelled demise and brought the world with it. Madara sat beneath the moon's cold rays with such furious and destructive thoughts in his mind, until something in him softened when a slip of ivory and ebony, and like blunted steel, he found his anger had no place to be wielded.

"...Stay with you? As if you're the one who needs companionship this night," the Uchiha replied desolately, his thoughts aggrieved but smothered beneath shields both mental and not, like barriers of ice, tarp, and steel. Disconsolate, on a rare but clear night in Amegakure, Madara blindly embraced the serpent and buried his face in the paleness of his neck like it was an anchor, moon on moonlight. Where one was the stone, and the other the blanched memory of sunlight. Who was who? Even Madara didn't know after his world had been dyed in blood when he was still a boy too young to know what a boy was.

"...Stay here. It's cold and the wind is promising ice. That much I know, Orochimaru."

[asaraltu]

He sees the taller male and decides to surprise his lover ━━━━ mischief glittering in his golden eyes. Both him and Madara were incredibly compatible, and this was just another little interest they shared. Like the sneaky little viper he was, Orochimaru silently approached the Uchiha ; not really trying to surprise the man, they were shinobi, and that was never a good idea. With his chakra unconcealed, Orochimaru approached Madara and loosely wrapped his arms around the man's waist, standing on the tip of his toes to lick a stripe on his neck before biting down on it ; hard enough to draw blood. ❛ Hmm, delicious... ❜ the snake crooned, trailing teasing little bites on the Uchiha's neck. ❛ Pay attention to me... ❜

Something had to be said in the closeness the pair had come to share of late, of the way they orbited near each other like shepherd moons and could keep one another so close within his gravitational pull. Orochimaru possessed a quieter intensity that was different from what he thought he preferred, once thinking the serpent cool and balanced as the reflection of the moon on a glassy pool, only to discover that his initial assumptions had been wrong. Though it wasn't as destructive as his, the viper still had a fire of his own that burned hotly in its own respect, never seeking to contest with his own; but rather, join it in a searing combination.

It was why, when Orochimaru intended on ambushing him, something primal and brutal awoke in the Uchiha. Excitement, fervor, something older than either of them they craved to the point of oblivion. Madara tolerated his advances for a moment before turning in their grasp, circling arms around their ribcage, and driving him against the nearest wall to arrest them to it. Hair almost as long as Madara's own was fisted into, his head wrenched back, with teeth far blunter but just as ravenous sank into the ivory of their neck with such ferocity that he drew far more blood; until skin and vein burst livid and hot against his lips, the Uchiha's eyes feral and hungry as he nursed the wound for a moment.

"Don't think that I'm just something for you to pray upon. Hawks make meals of serpents all the time, or have you forgotten that, too?" Madara replied with a savage purr, blood spilling greedily from his lips and down his chin.

[jemmashubbie]

@ophidae​                                                                  LEE.        for    orochimaru.

it’s  rare  for  lee  to  walk  the  streets  alone  ,  usually  he’s  his  father’s  shadow  .     holding  his  hand  .          sometimes  he  even  gets  carried  by  his  father  ,  lee  wants  this  ,  especially  when  they’re  near  the  orphanage  .        he  wants  everyone  who  told  him  he’d  never  be  loved  to  see  him  be  loved  ,  be  spoiled  .               BUT    GAI’S    ON    A    MISSION                       and  lee  couldn’t  ask  the  jonin  to  compromise  his  duty  to  the  village  for  his  sake  ,           even  though  he  wanted  to   ;    he  really  wanted  to  .  

so  lee’s  alone  ,  a  shopping  bag  in  his  hand  .       he’s  cooking  for  just  one  tonight  .      that’s  when  he  spies  orochimaru  -  sama  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eyes  .       he’s  met  the  snake  sage  a  few  times  ,  seen  gai  -  sensei  talk  to  him  .      but  the  child  is  a  lot  less  confident  when  he  didn’t  have  the  option  to  hide  behind  his  father  ,  or  be  picked  up  and  calmed  .

so  he’s  just  staring  .              ❝    i    .    .    .       you            ❞          where’s  the  courage  gai  gave  him  now     ??      why’s  he  shaking      ??

[jemmashubbie]

@ophidae​                                                                  GAI.        for    orochimaru.

❝    OROCHIMARUUUUUU    !!    ❞                  he  charged  at  the  sage  with  speeds  only  the  greatest  taijutsu  master  could  muster  ,  a  lesser  shinobi  might  have  been  startled  at  the  mere  sight  .         today  was  a  very  special  day  indeed  ,  and  everyone  must  be  told  .                     MAITO    GAI    WAS    A    FATHER    NOW    .                   first  kakashi  was  told  ,  then  he  visited  his  father’s  grave  .        kurenai  and  asuma  were  usually  together  .      now  gai  went  for  everyone  in  eye sight  .      which  orochimaru  ,  if  the  snake  sage  desiered  quiet  ,  unfortunately  was  .        the  jonin  came  to  a  sudden  halt  ,  reached  into  his  vest  to  pull  out  the  adoption  papers  .                  ❝    his    name    is    lee    !!    ❞               as    if    orochimaru    couldn’t    read    that    on    the    papers                ❝    i    can    pick    him    up    tomorrow    !!        i    already    bought    lots    of    toys    and    decorations    for    his    room    !!    ❞

they  needed  lee  to      get    ready      to  be  picked  up  ,  whatever  that  meant  .    yet  gai  took  it  as  a  chance  to  prepare  ,  seeing  as  he  decided  on  adopting  the  child  after  a  brief  first  meeting  .        he  grew  up  raised  by  a  loving  father  ,  though  he  had  a  vague  idea  of  the  leaf’s  orphanage  system  being  flawed  ,   the  horrifying  truth  was  yet  awaiting  the  freshly  baked  father  .        

[jemmashubbie]

@ophidae​                                                        METAL.    for    orochimaru.

he  has  been  sent  to  many  doctors  before  ,  but  this  was  a  little  excessive  .        dai  didn’t  know  what  exactly  he  was  ,  sakura  -  sensei  didn’t  either  .     everyone  wanted  to  know  of  course  ,  others  said  a  bijuu  /  human  hybrid  was  unpresidented  .            something    that    did    NOT    help    his    damn    anxiety            

❝    good    day    .         orochimaru    -    sama    .    ❞                   the  only  thing  who  looked  creepier  than  the  lab  ,  was  the  person  owning  it  .         &&       dai  looks  up  at  the  adult  ,  was  this  the  one  who  apparently  could  help  solve  the  mystery  around  his  nature    ??       he  wanted  to  know  ,  obviously  ,  but  something  in  him  was  scared  .       the  bijuus  are  popular  ,  they’re  almost  action  heros  these  days  ,  but  in  really  old  books  he  found  at  the  library  ,  they  were  described  as  vicious  ,  cruel  monsters  .              beings    who    only    DESTROYED    .                   is    that    who    i    am    ??         is    that    who    i’m    meant    to    be    ??                       he’s  fumbling  around  with  his  bandages  ,  a  clear  sign  of  nervousness  .                     ❝    papa    said    he’ll    pick    me    up    in    four    hours    .    .    .    ❞