#verse!tbd

[koukennin]

"Merry Christmas eve." Just.... places a santa hat on Itachi's head, but this santa hat is black, not festive red.. no regrets. he's even wearing one too! "It's black so it matches our soul." [tenebris-vulpes] // ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ <3

XMAS - @tenebris-vulpes ( MENMA )

      ✖ II —  Confusion might have appeared upon the ivory features for a brief second as the elder Uchiha let the santa hat be placed upon his midnight locks with a calm gaze watching the other male. It came as a surprise to receive something like this from Menma, but even so, Itachi accepted the gift, it probably wasn’t, but he would see it as such. And to be honest, he liked it black, even if the words that left the other’s mouth wasn’t really the reason for that though, to humor the male, slender shoulders shrugged briefly while elegant digits handed over a small bottle of sakura sake.

                 ❝   Thank you. And Merry Christmas to you as well, Menma-san.  ❞

[koukennin]

"Nice nails!" //Couldn't help it. :D

FT.  @infernoforced (  SARADA’S NAILS  )

   ✖ II — Itachi couldn’t help the soft chuckle that immediately danced upon his tongue at the words while a small smile grew on the fair lips.

          ❝   Thank you. Sarada-chan decided I needed some decorations                                                                                          with my choice of color.  ❞

The younger of the two had to admit that for someone so young, Sarada was pretty talented, the flowers were elegant in the way that it seemed like they belonged upon the slender digits.

[silkssongsandchivalry]

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          "Is it really true that the Supreme could bring someone back to            life? Like, she has to prove it? Fire and moving things and vanishing,            that's all well and good, but ——— resurrection sounds a bit more            like a god than a witch...doesn't it?"

[silkssongsandchivalry]

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Stillness settled over lithe form, instinct demanding she run despite fears of attracting its attention. As a child, she heard time and again Old Nan's tales and as a lady in Joffrey's court Sansa oft heard whispers of the Dragon Queen's return across the Narrow Sea. Despite wagging tongues and worried glances shared, in spite of the history to Harrenhal's scorched stones, never had the girl truly believed.

          And now she merely stood, motionless and breathless, praying           unto any god so inclined that her life might be spared.

[silkssongsandchivalry]

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Matched Tully eyes sought a king's stare as she slipped between the tent flaps, standing aside for exiting bannermen. Several nights had passed in solitude, King Robb entrenched in stratagems for what pockets of resistance lingered after such resounding victories. In time, the city would fall as well, but only matter occupied Sansa's mind as she crept forward to her brother's side.

          " — Brother? Shall we ever find Arya, now that             a measure of peace has come?"

[silkssongsandchivalry]

unbeatxn

" ——— Shall you linger overlong in the   South, brother? Undoubtedly Bran wishes you   might relieve him of lordly duties for activities   altogether more boyish in nature."