∇ don't look now, we're branded.
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke [powerlusts) & Uchiha Itachi (doublecrowed)
Setting/Location: Outskirts of Streamdrab.
Date & Time: Day 10, afternoon-ish
Warnings: brotherly love Who knows~?
Summary: Itachi makes his way into Streamdrab and happens to cross paths with, yep, Sasuke.
He awoke disoriented, the insides of his eyes burning. Not so intolerable; perhaps death wasn't painless after all. It brought a faint smile to his lips until the ache extended to his tongue, and Itachi braced himself to roll over, get to his feet. Only a moment, and he was standing, able to observe his surroundings and the damage done to him. Sasuke had, indeed, become strong.
The overall condition of his clothes was fair, decent considering his last memory: his brother retreating with a tremble, the look-- Yes. He would never for that, not for a moment. Despite how blurred his vision had become in the final moments. (And so it seemed to continue, eyesight poor and failing.) But the afterlife - if it could be called such - oddly resembled the home he had abandoned some time ago. Trees upon trees, and imagination lacking, nothing else. The Akatsuki cloak lay at his feet despite being discarded earlier on, but it was all he could see.
It was a grim sort of expression he gave the sky then--an unpleasant illusion, perhaps. It did him little good to remain there, solitary and defenseless but for the things he'd already accounted for. The device beneath the cloak did nothing for him at present either. Itachi donned the thing after fumbling for it, wondering at his lack of finesse and a little perturbed by it. Beyond simple tasks now difficult, the way his senses felt...dulled. Tch. Some final resting place this was; nothing felt right.
Yet, he was alone, and he was glad of it. Itachi chose a direction and walked, knowing that, sooner or later, there would be someone. Anyone.
Setting/Location: Outskirts of Streamdrab.
Date & Time: Day 10, afternoon-ish
Warnings: brotherly love Who knows~?
Summary: Itachi makes his way into Streamdrab and happens to cross paths with, yep, Sasuke.
He awoke disoriented, the insides of his eyes burning. Not so intolerable; perhaps death wasn't painless after all. It brought a faint smile to his lips until the ache extended to his tongue, and Itachi braced himself to roll over, get to his feet. Only a moment, and he was standing, able to observe his surroundings and the damage done to him. Sasuke had, indeed, become strong.
The overall condition of his clothes was fair, decent considering his last memory: his brother retreating with a tremble, the look-- Yes. He would never for that, not for a moment. Despite how blurred his vision had become in the final moments. (And so it seemed to continue, eyesight poor and failing.) But the afterlife - if it could be called such - oddly resembled the home he had abandoned some time ago. Trees upon trees, and imagination lacking, nothing else. The Akatsuki cloak lay at his feet despite being discarded earlier on, but it was all he could see.
It was a grim sort of expression he gave the sky then--an unpleasant illusion, perhaps. It did him little good to remain there, solitary and defenseless but for the things he'd already accounted for. The device beneath the cloak did nothing for him at present either. Itachi donned the thing after fumbling for it, wondering at his lack of finesse and a little perturbed by it. Beyond simple tasks now difficult, the way his senses felt...dulled. Tch. Some final resting place this was; nothing felt right.
Yet, he was alone, and he was glad of it. Itachi chose a direction and walked, knowing that, sooner or later, there would be someone. Anyone.