（ she moves a little like the kirin of legend. there is something fey and almost shy to her — less the bitter confidence that has been hard-won. and she looks young, in a way that is more about the eyes than any sign of physical aging. he wonders how long before the bulk of all her traumas this memory falls, and there is a protective twinge at the back of his mind that drives him to look away from her, a brief flicker of red eyes elsewhere. ）
Is it, now?
（ he has come to favour blue, aboard the ximilia. that rich, deep colour so associated with the uchiha, like the blush of a midnight sky lit by a ribbon of cobalt aurora. but he is not terribly surprised to find himself in black, something that mirrors the robes of the akatsuki. he cannot say if it is more a statement on how alina sees him, or how he sees himself.
one corner of his mouth quirks upwards in a sort of wry irony. then: ）
I suppose he will have to forgive me my trespasses, then.
okay! <3
Is it, now?
（ he has come to favour blue, aboard the ximilia. that rich, deep colour so associated with the uchiha, like the blush of a midnight sky lit by a ribbon of cobalt aurora. but he is not terribly surprised to find himself in black, something that mirrors the robes of the akatsuki. he cannot say if it is more a statement on how alina sees him, or how he sees himself.
one corner of his mouth quirks upwards in a sort of wry irony. then: ）
I suppose he will have to forgive me my trespasses, then.