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The burn in his chest was not consistent. The fuel differed greatly, and it brought him on edge, though he was in the possession of a new calm that he had not known merely a few weeks ago. Perhaps it was part of his maturing psyche; a sign that he was ready for his body’s anticipating slumber about the girl seated in this sad, wooden skeleton. Itachi had failed to capture this chaos branded songbird, but it did not indicate that she was not within his reach. The method used mattered greatly, and that was why her silvery wings would continue to allow her to soar. Unfortunately, he was still a child, though his body had already begun to argue with this; stretching his lithe form and revealing the wolf in him. He would not yet learn how to deal correctly with this Machiavellian creature.
Lips finally decided to curl slightly at her next words, though gaze suggested that little amusement was found in her words. She had misinterpreted his words, but he supposed that was only a positive thing. He did not wish to scare her away; this fragile little thing that stole her hues from the sky. A blonde air stretched backwards, lazily and uncaring, though his gaze seemed eternally locked on her doll face. Much had not changed; she continued to marinade his appreciative eyes. Or perhaps she had seen the truth while he had not. Revelation would always be around the corner. Chin tipped downwards, pointing at her shaking form. How vulnerable she seemed, the silver bird of summer.
Next words brought thought to him. He knew not what fear was, but believed it to be the taste of adrenaline on one’s tongue. He thought he knew, but was wrong. His remaining audit turned to point at his darker golden skull, and deep red waters disappeared behind pale hay shaded lids before emerging again, drawing in a touch of empathy. ”Good for you,” he mused, wondering how one could separate lies from truth. It was nice to hear that she would not shy from his presence. Crimson travelled to the blushing hand patting the ground beside her frosted form. An invitation. Should he wonder where that could lead? He wanted it, but was reluctant to decrease his ability to think. He did not want to be her obedient dog either. ”Why are you hiding out here, then?” he decided to ask instead. Surely it was not only to wait for him to appear.
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