#tenzx

[kunoichiblossoms]

→ @tenzx​​ sent:  “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

“Oi, Taichou, what are you staring at?” The question came between giggles, the conversation quite animated among the group. 

A celebration that Sakura had reluctantly agreed to only after Ino forced her to, a commemoration of Sakura’s promotion to hospital director. The word spread quickly among their friends and, by nightfall, those who were free and not on mission had gathered for a drink and a toast. Even Sakura’s usually tense shoulders began to relax -  mostly once the topic of conversation started moving away from herself after the initial commendations. 

Friendly teasing and jokes carried out through the night, the pleasant sound of laughter drowning out Sakura’s worries and allowing her brain to shut down for a moment and enjoy herself. She felt YOUNG in that moment and realized then that, for some time now, she had carried an age on her shoulders that went far beyond her years. Maybe just for tonight she could allow herself to enjoy life rather than regret death. 

Among the ruckus, Captain Yamato’s answer was unheard by anyone other than Sakura herself. Her cheeks were warm with glee and her eyes were glittering, and despite her expression softening when she heard his words, the happiness of the night was not dampened. Even though Sakura got a funny feeling in her chest when she mulled over that sentence, which made her realize she couldn’t remember the last time she laughed wholeheartedly. Even knowing that, by morning, she might go back to feeling that unwarranted age on her shoulders multiplied by her new responsibilities and what they entailed. Even if she didn’t think anyone else had noticed how long it had been since Sakura laughed. 

“Ah, sorry.” It seemed like something she should apologize for, but Sakura wasn’t entirely sure why. She wasn’t sure at all how to respond to that statement, if she was honest, what with all the happiness and fondness and melancholy settling in all at once, keeping that funny feeling tied up in her chest. “Will you stop if I promise to try to do it more?”

She was rather fond of him, even more in this moment but, at the end of the day...

Yamato had a really spooky stare.

[sun-flowerfields]

@tenzx asked: ❛   There is a home for every departed thing.  ❜  

"Not for people like us Leaf boy."

Kiri wasn't as kind to the people it threw out onto the battlefield. Kiri wasn't kind to people in general if she had to be honest. DoYoung fumbled with her gloves as she stood back up, well this was going to be a problem. Killing a target that was meant to be brought in alive showed how sloppy she's gotten, being taken off guard wasn't like her. Her hands moved up under her mask, rubbing away at her face as she finally turned to the jonin.

"Also my displacement, was very much on purpose. I try to stay away as long as possible during my missions."

Her hand waved back at the body behind herself.

"So do you always pop up out of nowhere? You seem the type."

[amehanaa]

@tenzx started tracking you 

“ Do you happen to have the time of day, by chance? “

[sunagakurenosato]

“Besides, where else are you going to go?” // @ one of ur ocs pls

@tenzx

“Wherever you are going,” the woman said. After a beat, she continued with a more human, “I suppose.” A shrug, as Kamala took another sip of her tea--- as if she could still consume things the way she used to.

The sands shift constantly in the desert. As does our lives shift constantly--- from birth, to living, to death, and our duties beyond it.

“I could help you cross the desert, if you’d like,” that is her role. That is what gives her shape and form. A splash of red in a sea of gold. A voice when her mortal one has been silenced years ago. “I know these lands very well.”

I have crossed these lands three times.

Once across the Western Waste, fleeing a kingdom that did not believe in love. The second towards Sunagakure, carrying the fruits of my love--- one in my arms, and the other in my womb. The last was a march to my death.

“You do not look like you’re from here, stranger.”

[flakclad]

Ok but can we get page 2 as well 8)

Send “Dear Diary” for a random excerpt from my muses diary.

@tenzx

This already feels dumb.

I should just throw this away. I refuse to start with dear diary I’m not a thirteen year old girl. I’m a thirty something year old man. But you know what the fact that I didn’t just write thirty three makes me a child in itself. A childish thirty three year old man. Gods this is dumb. 

[mita-rashi]

😘😘😘

[yuukoro]

@tenzx liked for a starter!

Yuukoro sits, the abundance of scrolls spread before her in a sad attempt in deciphering the code. She wonders who exactly wrote these and whether or not they were smart enough to write the code in code, or something like that. 

Over and over again, she scans the scrolls for clues as to what the messages truly are. “Damnit — — !!” She exclaims, unaware that she is being watched.

Yuukoro never before demonstrated such carelessness when on a mission, but oh — how frustrating this was! 

[biteheir]

“ i figured you might want something to drink after standing out here for hours , doing nothing else. ” it’s a small gesture , but she holds out a coffee towards the other , one brow raised. “ i would have figured you might want something to eat , but i doubt you want something from me , you might think it’s poisoned or somethin’ considering , well , “ she gestures behind her towards orochimaru’s lab , “ you know. ”

/ @tenzx / sc.