[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 then Itachi turns, pulling both eyes and attention away from Julian and the bird. A simple command, as though that is some measure of control being handed to him without cause or reason. He isn't certain where the tight feeling of conflict originates in his chest, only that it's difficult to dismiss, to rationalize away. Who has ever wished to be commanded? Perhaps the very same as an individual who would find thrill in threats and risk.

Julian cannot know how dangerous such a proclamation is; neither does Itachi feel prepared to address the rest of those implications. He's too tense, too agitated with excess magic in his blood—the black moonless limbo of the sky is testament to that.]

Then go. Now.

[This comes in a sharp, steely voice. One he has used in the past to command squadrons; his own teammates; the terrorist partner who obeyed his direction simply through will. He doesn't look at Julian.]

[rowdyraven]

[The command sings sharply in his blood, bites down through flesh and muscle into bone, and something in him rises to it. He finds himself pulled up hard, lip catching between the bright gleam of his teeth, and though he considers finding it in him to refuse - he has a right, doesn't he, to be out here, to take his own life in his hands as he sees fit? - he finally lets out a sigh.]

Sorry, little fellow. [These words are spoken to the bird, fingers giving one last ruffle of feathers before sliding reluctantly away. Palms pressing flat to the earth now instead, he pushes himself to the feet.] Your friend here says I have to go.

[He straightens his clothes as he rises, before reaching for his discarded blade, gleaming dully on the ground.]

And I'll bid you goodnight, I suppose. You've rather put a damper on my plans for the remaining dark hours, but far be it from me to disobey an order.

[He says it to Itachi's back, eye lingering over him for just a moment, as though half-expecting the command to be rescinded--

--but then he's taking his leave. With a whirl of his coat, he heads off into the night, back in the rough direction of town.]