（ he is not especially good at gifts. they did not feature heavily in his life, and the ones that he tended to both give and receive were related somehow to weaponry. a sharp knife. a strong bow. it was not until he arrived here, and began watching the exchange of material objects that he realized there is a common thread between many of them — the gifts are, by and large thoughtful, but superfluous. nothing to keep one alive, or safe, or fed behind enemy lines. nothing intended to kill or wound or capture.
he does not wish to give her anything purchased — that is too contrary to his nature. instead, he gives her art, the only thing of himself he has sought to cultivate intentionally since arriving here.
he had spent some time in the simulation room perfecting it. a picture of new york, from the perspective of one of its tallest buildings, done in a manner faintly reminiscent of the ukiyo-e style in its later period when landscapes became en vogue. indeed, the picture looks as if it could have come off a woodblock print, strong clean lines and just the faintest touch of artistic whimsy. when he originally took up drawing as a cover story in vrefesea, he drew with the exacting recollection of the sharingan, and all of his drawings and paintings were almost uncanny in how perfect they were. there had been nothing in it of art. but this? this has a heart and soul that's just a little out of step with the reality of the place itself.
the drawing is done on silk, showing the city at night in the hush of newly fallen snow. distantly, the sun is rising. everything glistens. there is no real signature, though she might recognize the little blot that resembles a tiny spider that had been dipped in ink and marched determinedly across the bottom of the page as being a bit too perfectly similar to the poem he'd gifted her months ago. given that venom was unlikely to have made the same mistake twice, this is probably as intentional an indication of whence it came as she's going to get.
the art isn't framed — instead, carefully bundled in a tube of cardboard and capped ends, leaning up against the wall near the cake. nondescript, it might easily be overlooked.
and itachi?
for now, he is just lingering at the edges of the small crowd with a piece of cake. when he sees gwen, he raises his plate a few centimeters in greeting. ）
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he does not wish to give her anything purchased — that is too contrary to his nature. instead, he gives her art, the only thing of himself he has sought to cultivate intentionally since arriving here.
he had spent some time in the simulation room perfecting it. a picture of new york, from the perspective of one of its tallest buildings, done in a manner faintly reminiscent of the ukiyo-e style in its later period when landscapes became en vogue. indeed, the picture looks as if it could have come off a woodblock print, strong clean lines and just the faintest touch of artistic whimsy. when he originally took up drawing as a cover story in vrefesea, he drew with the exacting recollection of the sharingan, and all of his drawings and paintings were almost uncanny in how perfect they were. there had been nothing in it of art. but this? this has a heart and soul that's just a little out of step with the reality of the place itself.
the drawing is done on silk, showing the city at night in the hush of newly fallen snow. distantly, the sun is rising. everything glistens. there is no real signature, though she might recognize the little blot that resembles a tiny spider that had been dipped in ink and marched determinedly across the bottom of the page as being a bit too perfectly similar to the poem he'd gifted her months ago. given that venom was unlikely to have made the same mistake twice, this is probably as intentional an indication of whence it came as she's going to get.
the art isn't framed — instead, carefully bundled in a tube of cardboard and capped ends, leaning up against the wall near the cake. nondescript, it might easily be overlooked.
and itachi?
for now, he is just lingering at the edges of the small crowd with a piece of cake. when he sees gwen, he raises his plate a few centimeters in greeting. ）