Uchiha Sasuke // Video
[The sea's foaming up, dashing so violently into the rocks like it wants to merge and blend into the shore. The pull is so strong here it's physically painful, but Sasuke remains there, with pale arms slung over his knees and his chin braced down, hunkered there while the wind snatches at his hair and clothes.
All around him is an outline of ashes.
The sand has melted into distorted, swirling black glass under his bare feet, but the fire's long-since gone -- this is an old scar, carved into the sand so deep even the tide couldn't wash it away. He doesn't know why he's here, but he doesn't feel balanced enough yet to leave.
He finally flashes a disinterested glance at his wrist when the communicator beeps, to let him know it's still recording. He stares at it, expressionless, then reaches to thumb a button and turn it off. Damned glitchy piece of garbage.]
All around him is an outline of ashes.
The sand has melted into distorted, swirling black glass under his bare feet, but the fire's long-since gone -- this is an old scar, carved into the sand so deep even the tide couldn't wash it away. He doesn't know why he's here, but he doesn't feel balanced enough yet to leave.
He finally flashes a disinterested glance at his wrist when the communicator beeps, to let him know it's still recording. He stares at it, expressionless, then reaches to thumb a button and turn it off. Damned glitchy piece of garbage.]