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It's all downhill from here
Crown Prince Obito elopes with the blacksmith’s son. Madara hardly expects his day to get worse from there, but he forgot to factor in his ridiculous brother, his nephew’s cunning, and the return of a distractingly attractive sea god he’d really rather remain in his past. There's only one direction for things to go from there, and it’s definitely not up.
east of the sun and west of the moon, dear
Before he follows, Shisui takes one more look out the cold glass, and shivers. He can hear the floe grinding against the surrounding ice, an eerie, disconcerting sound, like a massive beast growling in the darkness. The howl of the wind is a high, lonely counterpoint, a forsaken sound, and Shisui grits his teeth and forces himself to ignore it. He’ll get used to the sound someday. He won't have a choice.
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
The guards wave Sakumo in as soon as he tells them he’s carrying Konoha's tithe.
you're dancing in my mind
“Where are we even going?” Mikoto demands.
welcome to my cage, little lover
The creature chuckles, and as Genma watches his upper body shifts, changes. He loses the more monstrous features, and a moment later a blue-skinned man with a shark’s tail is hauling himself all the way up to sit on the bank, his tail still dangling in the water. “No one has to get hurt,” he says, and deliberately sets Genma's knife on the grass. “You unlocked my prison. I'm not going to eat the guy who helped me out.”
in pools among the rushes
The path through the mire is narrow, barely visible against the dark water and grim-green of half-drowned paths, but Haku's feet don’t waver. He picks his way through, familiar and steady, and doesn’t take his eyes off the water.
unafraid (you can name your scars)
There's something moving in the depths of the armory.
and the ships are left to rust
“Still breathing?” Madara asks, and the words are harsh in his throat.
like a hurricane (all hungry-eyed and weather-stained)
There's no division between the forest and the citadel.
and never so alive
trip through the light with me
In the center of the spring is a listing signpost, one of several long since faded into incomprehensibility. If there were directions there, Tsume can't see any trace of them, but there's an angel perched atop the signpost, wide white wings sending feathers drifting across the breeze.
and my soul entwines the view (of an ocean and a sea)
“There's something down there,” Tobirama says when he surfaces.
when the wolves come out to play
It’s a gateway, but he doesn’t seem to realize that.
here's hoping we collide
“You would think they’d make it harder to break into their castle,” Mei huffs, and heaves the body of a guard into one of the empty rooms to sprawl with the others.
