[ wouldn't she among the worse, if she was to have been born a shinobi? haha. luckily for both of them, that is not the case. wars and intrigue aside, the twelve give them whole other creatures to fry, so to speak, and despite her initial displeasure, frühling isn't so averse to following the lifestyle, especially when it gives her an edge above others.
it's great to be a (powerful) woman. now if only she could get his eyes to move a little more... ]
Fire.
[ she says with a ghostly smirk, more humoured by the question than by the satisfaction of her answer, of an element with which she can harmonize. like a dagger singing through air, feigning a blow, his suggestion ignites heat in her blood. she raises her brows in both thought and a show of interest. ]
Practice?
[ then she really smirks, fully and challengingly, as she swiftly rolls herself onto her hands and knees, device left face up while sheets of hair fall over her like a cape of darkness and her weight shifts like a panther ready to pounce. not foreshadowing at all. ]
[Fire. It rings with anticipated unsurprise; isn't that an element which suits this creature, this woman he can't say he fully understands, yet draws him in like an animal to slaughter. Itachi knows himself to find attraction to dangerous, magnetic individuals, as much as he denies himself the indulgence of their company.
Perhaps someone else would find the instinct of flight and take to it. He feels neither that nor the instinct to fight. Yet he's resilient, and the challenge presented is one accepted. Itachi does not destroy, in fact he hates conflict; he fights passionless and as a honed tool, not a beloved instrument.
That he has become as powerful as he is speaks enough. It's a necessity. He can't match her bloodlust, but he can curb it. He can give himself to it.]
If you wish.
[Itachi's eyes scour her image, kneeling over the device, her fangs theoritically bared. No fear enters his system; his face stays fixed with impassivity.]
[ "if you wish"? she wonders if he's decided to play with words like she does. they may share a lot in common, but frühling can tell he doesn't live with the same hunger she has for malice, for dominance. with frühling, the keen ones can sense her sadistic delight at another's expense, they can hear it in her sharp words and see it in knife-like expressions, threateningly glinting for attention. in the case of this man, he just might be the bear trap inconspicuously stretched apart until the strongest blindly step right into his snare.
though, despite her suspicion, she lets her doubt pass over. she's got a snag on him; she won't relinquish it until she's satisfied.
expression dissolving into a mirror of his dispassion, frühling rolls back onto her legs, back to how she sat when this began. smoothly: ]
At midnight a week from now.
[ she won't let herself seem that desperate. it's predictable. besides, she'll have to acquire a few tools to make the meeting worthwhile. ]
I will scout out an adequate area; then send you the coordinates.
[ frühling leaves him with one final, steady gaze before disabling the video function and continues the audio for a few more seconds. ]
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it's great to be a (powerful) woman. now if only she could get his eyes to move a little more... ]
Fire.
[ she says with a ghostly smirk, more humoured by the question than by the satisfaction of her answer, of an element with which she can harmonize. like a dagger singing through air, feigning a blow, his suggestion ignites heat in her blood. she raises her brows in both thought and a show of interest. ]
Practice?
[ then she really smirks, fully and challengingly, as she swiftly rolls herself onto her hands and knees, device left face up while sheets of hair fall over her like a cape of darkness and her weight shifts like a panther ready to pounce.
not foreshadowing at all.]Would you like to be my first, Uchiha Itachi?
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Perhaps someone else would find the instinct of flight and take to it. He feels neither that nor the instinct to fight. Yet he's resilient, and the challenge presented is one accepted. Itachi does not destroy, in fact he hates conflict; he fights passionless and as a honed tool, not a beloved instrument.
That he has become as powerful as he is speaks enough. It's a necessity. He can't match her bloodlust, but he can curb it. He can give himself to it.]
If you wish.
[Itachi's eyes scour her image, kneeling over the device, her fangs theoritically bared. No fear enters his system; his face stays fixed with impassivity.]
Where and when?
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though, despite her suspicion, she lets her doubt pass over. she's got a snag on him; she won't relinquish it until she's satisfied.
expression dissolving into a mirror of his dispassion, frühling rolls back onto her legs, back to how she sat when this began. smoothly: ]
At midnight a week from now.
[ she won't let herself seem that desperate. it's predictable. besides, she'll have to acquire a few tools to make the meeting worthwhile. ]
I will scout out an adequate area; then send you the coordinates.
[ frühling leaves him with one final, steady gaze before disabling the video function and continues the audio for a few more seconds. ]
Make sure you're not out of practice.
[ blip. see you next week, uchiha. ]