he stares , quietly with an expression so listless , . regardless of the other’s words– he still feels that same sick, destructive urge, thoughts deluged with it, animalistic posture dripping with its poison. ( it had to be a lie– an enemy almost always spoke solely in the language of deceit. what would he know? of the lies wrought from the village that destroyed him from the inside out. ‘ kazekage - sama , ’ the honorific holds the disillusionment of any respect , void of any subdued humanity. posture shifts, the man finding his reason for gaara’s newfound presence. ‘ to what do i owe the pleasure of this visit. ’
@sandtied // sc














