52 ::: Uchiha Izuna 彡 Video
[There's no preamble or context leading up to the video. It's meant to be private, so Izuna spares no wasted breath on filling his audience in on what the one person intended already knows. He offers no censorship, since the man doesn't suffer a weak stomach.
Behind Izuna the room is well-lit, back-lighting bowed shoulders and the ghastly image of his facial bandages soaking through with reddish black fluid. Nimble fingers make short work of the slimy ribbons, loosening the knots with quick practiced tugs until they slither loose, looping over the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks. A hand darts up quickly when something moves as the last loop is freed, and cups over his right eyelid.
He smiles, lips quivering, as liquid oozes and drips thick and coagulated between his clenching fingers to spiral down his wrist and sheet his cheek in clotted yet watery, brackish stains. His free hand fumbles for his communicator, knocking the view at a morbid angle. All it catches when his hand moves away is Izuna removing from his face a length of what looks like thin rope. There's a twanging 'snap' when he jerks his wrist to free it, and drops the misshapen palmful of -- is that an eyeball?
-- in the sink.]
I think it's safe to say enucleation is the best option, this time around.
[As calmly as ever, he bends down and twists the tap on so he can wash, but thankfully his hair conceals that grisly task from the cameras view. He splashes water between his cupped hands and lifts them to his face. They lower again, index and ring finger coated in more of the black-brown mixture. It dilutes bright red under the running water before washing away.
There's a haunting chuckle captured just behind his teeth.]
Rotted its way right out.
Behind Izuna the room is well-lit, back-lighting bowed shoulders and the ghastly image of his facial bandages soaking through with reddish black fluid. Nimble fingers make short work of the slimy ribbons, loosening the knots with quick practiced tugs until they slither loose, looping over the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks. A hand darts up quickly when something moves as the last loop is freed, and cups over his right eyelid.
He smiles, lips quivering, as liquid oozes and drips thick and coagulated between his clenching fingers to spiral down his wrist and sheet his cheek in clotted yet watery, brackish stains. His free hand fumbles for his communicator, knocking the view at a morbid angle. All it catches when his hand moves away is Izuna removing from his face a length of what looks like thin rope. There's a twanging 'snap' when he jerks his wrist to free it, and drops the misshapen palmful of -- is that an eyeball?
-- in the sink.]
I think it's safe to say enucleation is the best option, this time around.
[As calmly as ever, he bends down and twists the tap on so he can wash, but thankfully his hair conceals that grisly task from the cameras view. He splashes water between his cupped hands and lifts them to his face. They lower again, index and ring finger coated in more of the black-brown mixture. It dilutes bright red under the running water before washing away.
There's a haunting chuckle captured just behind his teeth.]
Rotted its way right out.