[She would not see herself as anyone but herself. She would see Gaara, and make suggestions on how to kill better. She would watch in fascination at the Uchiha clan and their never ending pursuit for the perfect vision.
She's small in his arms. Delicate lines. If he hugged her too tight, he could even leave bruises. Her body shakes a little from mana deprivation and from the simple thumping of her heart. Her skin is warm from the springs.
And yet she stiffens in his arms. Her arms do not move to embrace him, but stay limp against her sides; confusion fills her face. What's happening...?]
Wh...what are you doing?
[She didn't say what she said for sympathy. She was just, as always, telling the truth. Why did he feel the need to embrace her? This is strange, and part of her wants to lash out with violence and spells. It makes no sense at all. None of this does.
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She's small in his arms. Delicate lines. If he hugged her too tight, he could even leave bruises. Her body shakes a little from mana deprivation and from the simple thumping of her heart. Her skin is warm from the springs.
And yet she stiffens in his arms. Her arms do not move to embrace him, but stay limp against her sides; confusion fills her face. What's happening...?]
Wh...what are you doing?
[She didn't say what she said for sympathy. She was just, as always, telling the truth. Why did he feel the need to embrace her? This is strange, and part of her wants to lash out with violence and spells. It makes no sense at all. None of this does.
It's funny. It's hilarious.]