And that for all their similarities, their history and life, they were still fundamentally different. Izuna felt too strongly and it threatened to rip the control from him, while Tobirama was the epitome of self-restraint. Even now, with the way they stood, with the sounds of their voices and the weight of their words, it was obvious.
Part of Izuna wanted to go back to him, to let him hold him again and him that he didn't want to fight, this wasn't the time to fight, that couldn't the dumb idiot just shut up for once and let him feel what he wanted to, regardless of known dangers? But he didn't, because as on guard as Tobirama was, so, too, was Izuna. How couldn't he be, considering what had happened between them, what lead them to this moment?
Especially with the release that Tobirama had both offered and threatened.?
Because as beautifully calm and freeing as the Pure Land had been, being here now, knowing his brother and lover were here, it was invigorating. This new fire inside of him reminded him of what it was to be alive, and it was so difficult to give it up, even if he was nothing more than a fake, a simulation. When one was dead, it was easy to forget the drive of being a breathing thing.
Looking over his shoulder, he finally turned around to face him. The off-putting eyes stared at him, unsure what he should say, should do, how he should-- It was tough overthinking when all his emotions pulled him one way or the other. Violence or love, and how braided together they were, coming together as one thing, one dynamic. Izuna's footfalls were silent as he closed the distance, leaning up a little to press his lips to the corner of the other's mouth. When he spoke, it was soft and quiet against his skin.
"Leave me alone. Give me time to think." He pressed his hands onto the armor, pushing him back, the master of mixed signals, before he started to walk away and find a seat. Time. Time to think and distract himself with some of these scrolls and just analyze his situation for the best course of action. Give in to Tobirama, who could kill him again without effort? Try to find a way out? Go to Madara? What was there left for him?
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Date: 2015-09-26 06:37 pm (UTC)Part of Izuna wanted to go back to him, to let him hold him again and him that he didn't want to fight, this wasn't the time to fight, that couldn't the dumb idiot just shut up for once and let him feel what he wanted to, regardless of known dangers? But he didn't, because as on guard as Tobirama was, so, too, was Izuna. How couldn't he be, considering what had happened between them, what lead them to this moment?
Especially with the release that Tobirama had both offered and threatened.?
Because as beautifully calm and freeing as the Pure Land had been, being here now, knowing his brother and lover were here, it was invigorating. This new fire inside of him reminded him of what it was to be alive, and it was so difficult to give it up, even if he was nothing more than a fake, a simulation. When one was dead, it was easy to forget the drive of being a breathing thing.
Looking over his shoulder, he finally turned around to face him. The off-putting eyes stared at him, unsure what he should say, should do, how he should-- It was tough overthinking when all his emotions pulled him one way or the other. Violence or love, and how braided together they were, coming together as one thing, one dynamic. Izuna's footfalls were silent as he closed the distance, leaning up a little to press his lips to the corner of the other's mouth. When he spoke, it was soft and quiet against his skin.
"Leave me alone. Give me time to think." He pressed his hands onto the armor, pushing him back, the master of mixed signals, before he started to walk away and find a seat. Time. Time to think and distract himself with some of these scrolls and just analyze his situation for the best course of action. Give in to Tobirama, who could kill him again without effort? Try to find a way out? Go to Madara? What was there left for him?
He didn't even know anymore.