[Thread]
Who: Sasuke & Itachi
Where: Uchiha estate, Elysium.
When: idek, school time?
Summary: Sasuke comes to Itachi baring girl scout cookies.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: nnn
Even if it had been a few days since the newest arrival of the household, Itachi was somewhat relieved that Yosuke was at school. The experience and situation had been mentally exhausting. The living room now bore gaming consoles that were sprawling all over the floor in front of the television and Itachi was laying in a lax fashion on the couch with a book in hand. Fingertips idly passed through pages as scarlet hues rolled over the numerous words before him, the soft steam from a cup emitted upwards and the estate was empty save for himself.
Thoughts soon enough wandered back to his mentor and his condition, death seemed all to kind for Madara but there was vague regret in letting the elder live, and for one reason or another, Itachi was dreading on the thought of his return. To demolish these thoughts, Itachi closed the book, a low exhale emerged from the base of his throat and languid movements led him to standing. Slow quiet movements led him to the bookcase and he placed the item back before resuming to his careless lifestyle.
He once again found himself on the couch, his body laid out and an arm folded over his forehead, trying to return to that state of tranquility. How odd it was that when Itachi had gained closeness to others that he was suddenly anxious about another. His chest heaved with a deep inhale, lips parted for a soft breath and red hues flickered open. Suddenly the aroma of unfamiliar-yet-so much so charka filled his senses, yet it went ignored...
Where: Uchiha estate, Elysium.
When: idek, school time?
Summary: Sasuke comes to Itachi baring girl scout cookies.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: nnn
Even if it had been a few days since the newest arrival of the household, Itachi was somewhat relieved that Yosuke was at school. The experience and situation had been mentally exhausting. The living room now bore gaming consoles that were sprawling all over the floor in front of the television and Itachi was laying in a lax fashion on the couch with a book in hand. Fingertips idly passed through pages as scarlet hues rolled over the numerous words before him, the soft steam from a cup emitted upwards and the estate was empty save for himself.
Thoughts soon enough wandered back to his mentor and his condition, death seemed all to kind for Madara but there was vague regret in letting the elder live, and for one reason or another, Itachi was dreading on the thought of his return. To demolish these thoughts, Itachi closed the book, a low exhale emerged from the base of his throat and languid movements led him to standing. Slow quiet movements led him to the bookcase and he placed the item back before resuming to his careless lifestyle.
He once again found himself on the couch, his body laid out and an arm folded over his forehead, trying to return to that state of tranquility. How odd it was that when Itachi had gained closeness to others that he was suddenly anxious about another. His chest heaved with a deep inhale, lips parted for a soft breath and red hues flickered open. Suddenly the aroma of unfamiliar-yet-so much so charka filled his senses, yet it went ignored...