[closed] wish there was something real

[anbu]

Who: Itachi Uchiha & various.
When: Throughout Maiuril.
Where: Several locations.
What: Catch-all.
Warnings: Probably some violence in at least one thread, will update as necessary.



[ooc: Feel free to send me a PM if you'd like to plot something! Open to 4th wall characters.]

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[anbu]

[It's a reluctant surrender, when he does take that arm and lean into Sephiroth's shoulder. Even knowing the man could more than support his full weight if necessary, this small measure is all he will permit himself. Any more would simply become unbearable.

Somehow, his own loss of their battle is inconsequential compared to asking for such help.

Itachi says nothing else until they reach the city and pass through one of the the Bright Wall's gates. He keeps his mind decidedly blank of thought, concentrated away from Sephiroth at his side. Perhaps he should have told Sephiroth to leave him in the woods; it's too late now.

As soon as they reenter Aefenglom from the area barred off for the moons, he attempts to lean away.] I'll be fine alone from here.

[His bird has followed, and suddenly it swoops down to land on... Sephiroth's shoulder. The very one he'd had his weight placed.] ... Apologies. It has a will of its own. [Itachi reaches out one hand, and the crow hops forward, transferring to his wrist.] Sephiroth. I enjoyed our match, as it's been some time since I've trained against another, and never with magic. I'd be willing to try again in the future, if you're amenable.

[supersoldier]

[The return walk to the city is hemmed in by silence, but Sephiroth doesn’t interpret it as awkward despite its length. A part of him believes that Itachi may not care for an attempt at idle chatter — and he’s disinclined to give it, not adept in the art.

When they reach Aefenglom, he allows the other man to lean away, having no intention to press the matter of aid further, much like he promised. His reply is cut off by the sound of beating wings, a fluttering in his periphery, and a— crow, the one he remembers seeing wheeling in the sky before their spar, landing on his shoulder.

It hops off of him in the next moment, and Sephiroth shakes his head.]

Your friend [pet?] doesn’t offend me. It would be hypocrisy for a Harpy to be put off by a crow.

[To say the least. To the rest, he nods, eyes moving casually from the bird back to Itachi.]

And I would be amenable to another match. Once we’ve both taken the time to recover. The last thing I want is for my skills to grow dull, and if you can promise to challenge them in ways unexpected, I see no reason to decline.

[anbu]

[There's some humor to be found in that, if he were the sort of man to look for it. A Harpy and a crow. Perhaps some strange parallel can be drawn here. However the decisions of their permanent assignments are made, Itachi feels there is no other Monster breed as suitable for him than a Harpy—or perhaps a Vampire, much like his brother. How different would his life be in this place had this role been changed?

No use lingering.]

Magical familiar. In the absence of a Bond, it assuages some of the pressure as a Witch.

[Temporary, which Sephiroth may or may not know, but effective enough in the meantime.]

Very well then. [Dark eyes drop, briefly drawn to the area of the other man's collarbone where earlier he'd swung the full and heavy weight of that sword. Searching for a mark, or some sign of damage—seeing none.] I intend to take advantage of your willingness.

[His own skills must stay sharp, after all. With a nod of his head (and one last, lingering look), Itachi turns away to begin up one of the streets in the direction of the Haven, intending to sleep the rest of this exhaustion away. Perhaps stamina practice will be his next project.]