❛❛ I wonder why we are the way we are. ❜❜
@leafmedic
DEIDARA && SASORI.
“ nature && nurture. ”
albeit naught but scientific in context, inflection’s sour note does roughen boy’s smooth voice ( suggests skepsis ) - muted by the tight && tuck of lips to pearlen teeth // tension to belie the fold of arms beneath his head.sasori’s glance is askance ; decoration to the scoff at throat’s back when bitter sentiment is so very poorly hidden. deidara’s façade is an artless one ( despite years of practise ). [ perhaps that’s for the best. ]
“ loving && losing, ” offers the eldest ( not oblivious to jaw’s tightening clench ), “ pain && pleasure, if you will. ”
“ choice && the lack thereof. ” bounced back as though another argument - && perhaps it is, despite being of the same mind in this. it is not an arrangement that lends itself to animosity // layers the air with a heavy, but companionable mood.
“ hn. conditioning && personal will. --- sakura ? ”
energized, a rapid series of thumps - of heel to floorboard. blue eyes have turned inward, tumultuous yet sharp, while deidara waits out their third party’s perspective with waning patience ( long since ready to follow through ). digits fold ‘neath sasori’s chin, elbow to tiny table as he waits in the only way he doesn’t whine about doing - obsessively, focussed on the girl knelt at table’s other side. he does, almost absently, stroke another set of fingers through blonde hair ( where it rolls across wood alike silken dunes, thick && unkempt yet flawless ). boy’s energy sizzles, diffuses throughout the room as he is sprawled inelegantly upon the floor.
