That same self-centered impulsive behavior...
the dying need to manage everything with solace, to drag the world into his decisions... to pull it down into the mud with him, without stopping to consider what it asked of others.
His eyes that film charcoal attempted to dye themselves in scarlet out of habit.
Switching to let his copy wheels appear had
always been ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐๐ญ - ๐ผ๐ฏ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐น๐๐๐ฒ, unravel
the other's intent before they could act.
This moment didn't allow that.
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โBut Sasuke-kun, you donโt have to do anything. Justโฆ let it reach you.โ
She held his gaze like it was the last part of him that still wanted to be reached.
( @Tragic_Heroism )
For a short moment, the silence between the
two individuals stretched thin.
"๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?"
Each word that left his lips mirrored the
familiar tugging of the dark that was
genetic due to his clan.
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"There are several factors for this: one:
once the body sweats, it gets too hot.
Two, they don't care. Three, some kids
can't afford enough winter
clothes."
One hand lifted to her temple, rubbing at it like she could massage the headache away.
โWhy is it so hard for kids these days to wear layers in winter? Do they want to catch a cold and skip training or something?โ