#reawakenedwar

[karenuhana-archived]

he's been waiting for her attention by nonchalantly grabbing her chin gently and nuzzling his nose against hers. ❝ silent like always. ❞

it looks like he lost all sense by now. the ghost who would always approach her from behind like a shadow was now appearing before her, wholly. (much like a lover would. such scenario twisted a knot in her guts, honestly.)

she winced at his skin rubbing against her's, and their lips are so close, almost brushing against each other. konan shook her head to get rid of the hand on her chin, all while avoiding looking at the apparition's face.

" i don't remember owing you anything, much less my voice, madara. "

[karenuhana-a]

Hugs her from behind and places his chin on top of her shoulder. A low rumble of a hum coming from his lips to show his content with keeping her there with him under the pouring rain.

after all this time and misadventures with what is essentially a ghost in flesh, being suddenly held out of the blue is something that she became used to, even if to her chagrin.

so when she felt madara's familiar presence and touch, there was no reaction besides a quiet, annoyed sigh. something she will never admit out loud, though, is that under such downpour, his warmth was oddly welcome.

" .......together again, right, madara? "

[karenuhana-a]

❝ My flower. ❞ He speaks almost with a purr with his deep voice, his breath fanning her ear no doubt as he stands beside her. ❝ How much longer will you deny yourself satisfaction? ❞

it was the combo of being called a flower and the breath that stroked her ear that once again, rendered her unable to strike the ghost. ( to be compared to the unique and rare beauty of flowers, oh! it makes her heart skyrocket, even coming from a monster. why does it betray her like this, though?

this is starting to look like a fever dream, and a cruel one at that.

" you provoke me, ghost. you wound me, and with the same hands you use to hurt me, you caress my skin like it was made of porcelain. what's wrong with you? you do enjoy tormenting me, don't you? "

[karenuhana-a]

For once, his touch is warm; Tracing up her neck with war ridden digits as red and black eyes remained locked on the side of her face as she refuses to look at him. A pity, even in such situation she looked divine and holy. As such, he lowers his head to press against her neck, a soft kiss where fingertips once were. The only time he would show tenderness at the moment between them.

why is it that whenever he is around, konan cannot control her body? normally relentless and cunning, she can finish targets in less than eleven seconds, before she can even get one of her papers stained with blood.

but the mere presence of madara renders her unable to jump and slice his throat in half, or even stab him, it's like being frozen, and right now, as she feels his haunting touch on such delicate, exposed skin, she is barely breathing. ( so deprived of tenderness and despising he who strokes her like a delicate petal, this feels like torture. )

with the unexpected kiss, a gasp escaped her lips, as if she just remembered how to breathe again. ( how odd for ghostly lips to feel so warm, it burns. ) this whole ordeal is messing up with her mind in ways se cannot express in words; her papers keep trying to peel off and take shape, but give up halfway. so close, and yet so far.

[karenuhana-a]

@reawakenedwar

madara: *bites her for attention* >:[

WHAT. THE. HELL. WAS THAT.

she fucking CRINGES at this BIZARRE and UNEXPECTED action!!!!!!!! her hand moved on its own to give his face a good ole SMACK!!!!

"you bit me.....with your MOUTH!!!!!"

[karenuhana-a]

👀

to ignore such dangerous foe as madara, or at least his ghost, is to be foolish, but konan is not completely oblivious to his presence. rather, she knows he is staring at her, but she won't give him that pleasure. she's gonna just pretend he isn't there.

[karenuhana-a]

😉😍

SCREECHES LIKE A FUCKING OWL

[abyssaldespair]

haha you're dating a weirdo

"And you are dating no one! Haha!"