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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]

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.

It could have been true -- that absence made the heart grow fonder -- but still, love was a very flexible subject. But that did not mean that Soifon was not important to the Uchiha, as a matter of fact it was the complete opposite. And at times he would believe that pushing her away would be safer, to distance himself fully from his wife and never to see her again for the sake of her safety. He sharply inhaled and place his lips against her hair before pulling away briefly, and it was then that he was silent for a moment before leaning in so her forehead rested against his temple, "Don’t let me waste your time, I won’t keep you."

[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."