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[pogromanate]

Who: Uchiha Itachi & Soifon
Where: Soifon's estate
When: After Itachi's meeting with Madara
Summary: nnnn GOD I DON'T KNOW OKAY THEY ARE MARRIED they can do what they want and stuff
Rating: PG-13?
Other: dslkfjksjfk i feel so bad spamming the logs comm okay shhhh

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[pogromanate]

The atmosphere was one thing that Itachi found pleasing; the rich scents of the candles with their wisps that dimly lit the room was enough to have Itachi lower his head and close his eyes. It was comforting, like this. At least one way or another. His chest heaving with a rhythmic breathing and filling his lungs with the air. But still, when Soifon adverted his gaze to himself, Itachi returned it -- his own expression that was once firm and stern now reduced to something more soft, and perhaps even apologetic as he walked towards her

[pogromanate]

His own physical condition was not a priority, not at this moment. The faint rise-and-fall of his heart beating against his ribcage should have been indication enough that he was alive ( -- And well, though in truth that was a bit of a overstatement, his own skin was paler, his eyes darkened around the edges and his breathing a little shaky from his refusals of sleep and countless hours spent in the cesspool of Abyss searching for one that may not come back. ) his movements pulled her closer to himself, full closely that proximity and closeness in a loose caress

[pogromanate]

Their fingers clasped, and as they did Itachi let out a low breath - as though the tension was suddenly released in his frame and relaxation took over. The small gesture of reassurance was enough for the Uchiha to lean down briefly and press his lips to her cheek (Underneath her eye and next to her nose), letting them standstill for a moment longer. And even though he had surrendered, even if people were thrown away so easily, there was a sense of contentment that made him close his eyes in this intimacy that would have been long ago an unwanted invitation.

There was a long stretch of silence, a long moment where he held his position as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close (Almost protectively almost believing that she would suddenly disappear, but such a thought vanished as he pulled away again) his voice was low, but soft without any firmness, "...Then I will stay here tonight if there are no objections."