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all this madness, beauty, and my sadness [active/closed]

Jul 25, 2008 22:30

Character(s): Nill and Sasori
Content: Nill visits Sasori at the art shop---which survived!---in the aftermath of the monster's wrath.
Setting: Ultrecht Art Supply
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: This is cuter than it should be. Move along!

( I'll never change or rearrange until I've finished what I've started. )

nill, akasuna no sasori

Comments 4

silencedheaven July 26 2008, 05:48:05 UTC

Nill moved swiftly through pieces of rubble and destruction. She knew she shouldn't be making such a trip alone. Knew it was dangerous (It as always dangerous. Never safe.), knew there were many crabs now, following in the wake of Big Momma. Yet, the threat they posed never seemed to bother her, never made her feel afraid (Always would that way be if he was here. If they were here.), they were mindless. For her, it was the ones you can't identify just by looking at them, it was the monsters you can't see that one should fear. The ones with words soaked in honey, and intent oozing with corrosive poisons. The ones that looked like you.

The mute's wings standing ridged, upright, body tense (paranoia; such a fragile state. Akin to silence. So breakable, the smallest noise could cause (a jump, a scream) it to shatter) as she went through the image of the map. Path burned into her mind (Left at--, Right at--). She'd memorized the map, spent the majority of the previous night doing so (can't make a mistake, mustn't let them find me). Nill ( ... )

alivemarionette July 26 2008, 06:10:11 UTC

The shop had been quiet; dolls and dust and the rasp of bristles, all most noticeable without the noise of one's own breath. The knock was sharp and sudden, surprising Sasori, though it didn't startle him; his hands remained steady as he completed a brush-stroke, wondering who that was. (Deidara knew where to find him, but that had to be someone, anyone else---the bomb-nin never would have knocked; he would have kicked the door open and announced himself ( ... )

silencedheaven July 28 2008, 17:59:09 UTC

Nill approached, stepping delicately, silently towards Sasori with both hands clutching a black notebook and pen. The bandages on her cheek, left arm and thigh all prickled self-consciously as she felt his gaze on them. In turn a frown painted itself easily across her features, pointedly eying the ripped sleeve. Before naturally adverting her ice blue eyes to the floor when the other spoke. The mute had felt badly about being too cautious to wander outside at dusk, too much had occurred in the last couple of weeks. Too much reason to stay indoors. She felt even worse knowing that she had hardly contacted him at all to tell him that she was well, let alone alive.

When her eyes looked up to meet the puppeteer's once more it was solely to mouth two little words,

'I'm sorry.'

alivemarionette July 29 2008, 10:14:49 UTC

Sasori followed her gaze to his sleeve, the normal neutral expression over the annoyance rising at what he saw from his angle---the tear was positioned that it could, and likely would, reveal the absent patches of skin and the scuffing on the exposed muscle beneath, stuff dry enough to splinter as torn jerky might. Let her watch, he'd thought, when they first met over practice in the park; Let her see, now. There wasn't any point in actively hiding what he was, here; the contents of the shop would suggest it, Haine had had ample observation to suspect, and they had established a sort of trust, enough that she came alone to see him. Who would she tellHe was art, and art had no need for hiding ( ... )