bloodiedsoul:

          ( the tint of her hair — like the leaves on the blossoms that fall — is easily recognizable, remembered not only because of previous interaction, but due to memories. the days when life had been simpler, when Sasuke was younger, carefree and filled with joy.

          he doesn’t move, not even when he’s positive she’s seen him. merely turns his head the slightest bit, lets the deathly tint of peeling skin show; the coal black of undead eyes stare back. )

                   ❝ — a medical kunoichi, isolated from everyone during war? ❞

          ( it’s like the inquiry is more for the sake of his own thinking. rhetorical. )

    ^{[ The color of his eyes – like the ample bloodshed that encompassed nearly half the perimeter of war. Not only was she confused, but she was wondering what a rogue ninja as himself were doing about such a territory.}

    ^{Perhaps, he might have just simply been sauntering aimlessly? Piqued interest settled neath usual composed visage, eyes narrowed, crown pivoted just the slightest. ]}

          ^{“Precisely.”}

    ^{[ She jeered, porcelain palm sprawled around the curve of her hip, brows perked momentarily. ]}

                  ^{“..–What are you doing here?”}