Why. Why was the important question, one he didn't understand. Sure, he planted the suggestion, he made up this elaborate world, this beautiful dream, but how did Tobirama convince himself it was real? What was their first meeting like? How did they overcome the hate in his mind? Who had taken the steps to their first kiss?
How many blanks had he filled in to flesh out the story?
"Your life is boring without me." And probably calmer. Safer. Less dangerous and deadly but he didn't say that. Now was important, now was when the words had be chosen carefully because he couldn't just ask. He couldn't--
Was...was he putting the blanket around them? Or better, was Tobirama curling around him, his arms there, his chest strong against Izuna's back? His eyes grew wide, open, staring into the far distance; sure, he had said it but he hadn't thought the other would actually do it. He had expected him to yell at him to get dressed if he was cold, or tell him to build a fire, but this wasn't--
real
--wasn't possible. And how warm he was, like a surprising little furnace with an icy outer shell. How could someone be so warm? Was it from what they had done or did he always run that hot? Izuna stuck his cold toes against the other's legs, his eyes closing as he found himself smiling softly.
He wondered if his hair was in the way, and if it smelled of bloodsweatdeath or if it was sandalwood. Fingertips slipped along the other's arm, the back of Tobirama's hand as he closed his eyes.
"Tomorrow comes too soon," he murmured. "It might be some time until you see me again; I heard we're moving north at dawn." Which wasn't true, of course, but he didn't need to say as much; right now, he was curious if the other was going to give up any information at all, even a direction so he could start to guess what clans they were going to see.
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Date: 2015-09-06 06:47 pm (UTC)How many blanks had he filled in to flesh out the story?
"Your life is boring without me." And probably calmer. Safer. Less dangerous and deadly but he didn't say that. Now was important, now was when the words had be chosen carefully because he couldn't just ask. He couldn't--
Was...was he putting the blanket around them? Or better, was Tobirama curling around him, his arms there, his chest strong against Izuna's back? His eyes grew wide, open, staring into the far distance; sure, he had said it but he hadn't thought the other would actually do it. He had expected him to yell at him to get dressed if he was cold, or tell him to build a fire, but this wasn't--
real
--wasn't possible. And how warm he was, like a surprising little furnace with an icy outer shell. How could someone be so warm? Was it from what they had done or did he always run that hot? Izuna stuck his cold toes against the other's legs, his eyes closing as he found himself smiling softly.
He wondered if his hair was in the way, and if it smelled of bloodsweatdeath or if it was sandalwood. Fingertips slipped along the other's arm, the back of Tobirama's hand as he closed his eyes.
"Tomorrow comes too soon," he murmured. "It might be some time until you see me again; I heard we're moving north at dawn." Which wasn't true, of course, but he didn't need to say as much; right now, he was curious if the other was going to give up any information at all, even a direction so he could start to guess what clans they were going to see.