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Hidan may be ( conditionally ) immortal, but he did age from the time he was experimented upon ( and gained said immortality ). this would become apparent, however, only to those who knew him when younger ( as his default age for most interactions is twenty-two ), as he stops aging around 26-27 years old.*
* this hc is brought to you by the fact that the average age when people's prefrontal cortex reaches full maturity is in their mid-20s, with females maturing (on average) earlier than males. as always, individual differences apply.
#hc / tbd probs.#( quiet reblog for the people in the back.#i.e. different timezones. because lowkey important. )
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fuck flowers. just bring your appetite.
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Reblog if you’re always open to questions for or about your muse(s)
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“dont wish ill upon a stranger” is great advice but remember if someone has slighted you they are no longer a stranger but an enemy ❤️ i hope this helps
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like this post and I will write down 3-5 mannerisms/behaviours that Hidan exhibits around your muse(s), specifically.
> > > ft. : @helllords
>>> I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: since they’ve grown comfortable, Hidan has taken to slowly outsourcing his patience to Abaddon, who can now be infinitely iron-willed and patient for both of them! as such, he is prone to being somewhat more volatile when faced with triggers, and can be downright unreasonable when something strikes his temper ( lights up like a match ), but, paradoxically, will settle down much more easily at a single word or a gesture ( provided the situation isn’t something deeply rooted in his beliefs; even then, it will at least give him pause ). this has worked out wonderfully for him, really. it's very. .. . . relaxing. ( ironically, Abaddon's presence calms him, rather than puts him on edge, most of the time. )
>>> what is personal space and where can you get some? not here, never here. Hidan may not hold hands or arms or such, but he will occupy personal space 24/7 like it’s his sworn duty.
>>> if he has to, Hidan introduces Abaddon by name, with no other qualification or explanation. in main verse, he absentmindedly will refer to him as my partner when he is speaking in general terms ( and he is not present ). in human verse, he vaguely refers to him as my friend.
>>> Hidan greatly enjoys grooming him ( and does so absentmindedly ), especially readjusting his tie ( or retying it into fancier —yet still elegant, as flamboyant isn’t quite befitting of Abaddon’s style— knots for him ). he'd also readjust his cuffs, hairstyle, etc. gotta keep this man looking impeccable~
>>> Hidan is lowkey a sunchild, and greatly enjoys basking in it; he’ll literally crawl out of some hellhole covered in blood just to lay around like a lizard and sunbathe. but he’s grown to find the dark very. … . soothing nowadays, to the point that he literally had to invest in blackout curtains ( can’t sleep properly anymore except in complete, still, all-encompassing dark. he also has a tendency to have fewer nightmares under those circumstances. )
bonus round: Hidan’s cat cannot stand him, and Hidan doesn’t trust him with her. welp. that's right. he trusts him with his life, but not his cat.
#✦ ˚「 meme. / ans. 」˚ ✦#helllords#helllords / abaddon.#( well. number 5 is due to him. so it counts. afghjk )
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like this post and I will write down 3-5 mannerisms/behaviours that Hidan exhibits around your muse(s), specifically.
> > > ft. : @groazei
>>> Hidan would absolutely, albeit good-humouredly ( and somewhat puppy-like in his excitement ), pester Alucard to teach him how to both handle and fire those guns. he holds no small amount of fascination with them, and he was never taught that taking ‘no’ for an answer is the polite thing to do.
>>> since Hidan has a habit of giving petnames to people whose company he enjoys, Alucard now enjoys the privilege of being called random endearments like ‘bastard’, ‘Red’, and ‘old man’. no, he’s not particularly creative about them. what, wanna be called ‘flowy locks’??? he’s considered it.
>>> he's insane enough to willingly let Alucard drain him ( and would likely prove to be an interesting, unique sort of flavour ) if he did it nicely ( he doesn’t exactly trust Alucard not to try to rip him apart ) ; but he certainly wouldn’t die, or have his soul yoinked out of him. he likely regenerates blood too fast for this to ever be an option.
>>> dude also knows no fear, so he's more than happy to hang around way too close to him even in full ( or partial ) knowledge of what he is ( what he can do ). or maybe it's just a symptom of insanity. who is to tell??
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several of you asked about this soooo: hell no, Hidan would absolutely NOT enjoy receiving an enemy's head as a gift.
he would be, in truth, incredibly pissed off!!
first of all, you would be robbing him of the pleasure and opportunity of shanking a bastard himself. secondly, you're implying that he needs, or would benefit from, that indirect protection, like some weakass puppy. he'd shank you next.
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ㅤBirthday presents are an issue when one isn't sure what the other is fond of - other than, you know, the basics: murder and general chaos. Another issue is that, as a wandering criminal, visiting adequate shops isn't always an available luxury. Creativity and resourcefulness will have to do, therefore, and that's when his summons come to unexpected aid. Namely, to guide Itachi to the perfect spot where to find a perfectly preserved crow skeleton - in very good condition, as well. Looks almost professionally made. It is handed over with a simple written note: If you don't like it, feel free to toss it in the trash. No offense will be taken. Happy birthday.
ㅤMeanwhile, outside the anime world other than when people stare very hard at each other and make the entire room uncomfortable, presents come a lot easier! It's a matter of googling for the right terms and then order and have it delivered with all the comfort . Hidan is then gifted with this super fabulous, glow-in-the-dark nail polish - the whole set, all colors for options that shall fit every mood. That anddddddd... there may or may not be an extra present bag. And, inside, there may or may not be a certain sweater that last week started a lot of over-the-top drama. In the perfect size, no less.
happy birthday u little shit @zealctry!
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tagged by: @hunting-songs xoxo
tagging: YOU READ THIS YOU MUST DO IT and @ me (please).
blank sheet:
#isms.#( you too can now woo hidan with more ease. aghjkl#ngl this was pretty fun.#anything in the middle/pink zone in ideal partner he gives 0 fucks about. he's pretty chill. )#( also. Hidan loves spa days. but definitely NOT as a date. )#( also also. Hidan would prefer a playful partner actually. but someone more serious than him would be beneficial.#to tame him. they can't both be insane the world would BURN. )
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Dashgame: Never Have I Ever !
RULES: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that, let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself.
After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat.
original by @treasurechestrpmemes
“ –never have I ever hurt another person willfully. ”
Hidan’s gaze had, within the last handful of seconds, wandered into the distance, drifting with no particular purpose, like a leaf blow in the wind. it snaps back, however, upon hearing that particularly hilarious tidbit. he cannot help himself ( could, but doesn’t care enough to ) from bursting into laughter. a loud, ringing sound, filled with much more mirth than it ( by society’s standards ) had a right to be.
( she’s playing saint, and he finds it funny. whether or not the words are true remains an open question. people talk a lot, but not all words are genuine. people talk a lot, but they are very good at deluding even their own selves. oh well. illusion delusion is the first of all pleasures, and all that rot. )
he picks the glass between long fingers and downs it in one swig. easily. then reaches dutifully for the bottle, and pours himself another drink, gaze unwavering and unblinking. ( downs that one, too, a smooth shot, the liquid trailing fire down his throat. just for the hell of it. just to make a point. )
the click of his tongue is not as much satisfied as it is mocking.
“ never have I ever fantasized about murder. ”
( oh. and he proudly takes that shot, too. )
tagged by: @hunting-songs xoxo a good bean, love you
tagging: @cainiine / @helllords (choose someone fun for the latter account~), @sortilegum / @deviatory (Mal? Vin?), @distortedkilling, @kiigan (modern verse for funsies), @longerhuman, @mxldito, @bedlamology (Loni), @hemat1c (Jiwoon), @senjufound (Madara), @langdhon, @softersinned & anyone else who I am too shy to tag or is currently inactive but feels it for later.
#✦ ˚「 meme. 」˚ ✦#( I LOVE this meme and will turn it into a thread at the drop of a hat. aghjk#i would tag all of my mutuals if that was cool. afghjkl;#shoves this @ all of u. )
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a fleeting ghost of memory darkens his expression, pulls his lips into a taut ( thin, flat, but not yet angry ) line. forever shouldn’t be a strange concept to an immortal ( but Hidan doesn’t plan on clinging to this curse of immortality, you see; he wants nothing more than to _ _ _ ). it's too grandiose of a declaration to swallow down easily ( you already threw me away once, a somber thought slithering at the back of his mind ) and he doesn’t know how to ( forgive and ) forget. but he will take the present and stretch it further into the future for as long as he can, by any means possible. with eager hands and an iron grip, even if ( inexperienced ) stumbling fingers ( Hidan also doesn’t know how to let go of something he wants ).
( it’s not like he wants forever. the contrary would probably be better, more desirable.
because, after all, Hidan wants to _ _ _ . )
his hand finds the fingers idling along his pale hair, and he draws them down to press his cheek to them, feel them ( solid and warm and real ) against his face. when his eyes close, shutting everything out, it’s only for a moment ( q u i e t ; everything goes. . .. quiet. he generally minds the silence and the dark things that lurk in waiting for him there, teeth bared. not now. not with. . .. ). he doesn’t regret his question(s) – he wants to know, and he has seldom feared anything in his life. this would, indeed, be a strange place to start.
it's when Abaddon ( the lord of lies; does that matter? . . . no. ) speaks again that his eyes snap open, gaze finding his once again, in the semi-dark ( it’s a funny thing, choosing where to put your trust. well. no one has ever accused Hidan of being particularly smart, an outlook he upholds, himself ).
Abaddon speaks.
dark flowers bloom inside of Hidan’s chest.
( deep red, blooming in the winter scenery. blossoming as a sea of blood. )
his brow furrows.
Trust. ( that he all but demanded. )
Time. ( freely given. )
Presence.
Touch.
all concepts that he can put a name to, all concepts he understands on their own, yet puzzle pieces that refuse to fit together to create a whole. is it his own lack of understanding, or Abaddon’s strange peculiarity of feeling?
there is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me .
he never once expected to find, in a creature like Abaddon, the same sentimentality he has seen portrayed around him; in media, in movies, in book, in the way people speak of it ( because Abaddon is— ). syrupy-sweet and wholly ( —alien— ) bizarre to him ( —to being human; what laws dictate that he should process emotions the same way? have them, altogether?
—— it has always been, to Hidan, a comforting thought.because then, he. . . . )
"ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
“ . . .. oh. ”
( "always with a smile, always with a smile" ; his mother’s quiet voice, unheard for years, resonates unbidden within his skull. his lips upturn, and it is twisted. soaked in blue, a downpour on red petals. )
(. . .. ) if you tame me, then we shall need each other. to me, you will be unique in in the whole world.. to you, I shall be unique in the whole world.
“ I see. ”
( he doesn’t. )
@zealctry asked: he rests his cheek against Abaddon’s thigh, seemingly ( and perfectly, factually ) oblivious to the weight of tenderness carried by his own gesture. he just rests, for a long moment, fixating an unblinking gaze upon him, pupils wide and dilated in the semi-dark. and then he shifts, making himself more comfortable. doesn't hesitate, not even for a heartbeat, a stranger to reluctance. like a wild child, chases his thoughts to their end, careless of any precipice awaiting. “ say, Abaddon. you love me, don’t you? ” it isn’t an accusation, or the frigid stab of a shiv between the ribs; in their stead? a lazy, indulgent, question. “ . . . what’s it feel like? ” / unprompted.
Peace is an odd sensation he first ever experienced with him ( and, he is certain, will never come to feel with anyone else again ). Something he always comes to acknowledge whenever he is in Hidan's presence and yet something he comes to cherish so strongly in tender, quiet moments such as these. There is no need for words. When they are settled in the soft approach of darkness with just enough light to peer into each other's eyes, when he knows that the green hellfire in his gaze conveys exactly what he feels, what reason is there to exchange words? So all he does is brush his warm hand over Hidan's hair as he beholds him with a gentle smile clinging to his lips, etching this memory into his mind, into the very core of all that makes him so that he may never forget his little token of peace.
The question is abrupt but doesn't sway him, doesn't twist his expression, even through the implication that rests behind these words ( what does it feel like? what does loving someone feel like when he does not experience it himsef? Abaddon does not fault him for it; he will love him nonetheless and know that, somewhere, his feelings are returned ).
" I do, my darling, without a doubt. Forever. ", his voice is a delighted hum, his hand not stilling. Though he does take a moment for himself to think it over before he is satisfied with his reply. " Love manifests in many ways. Loving you is trusting you, for instance. Feeling safe enough with you to be vulnerable, to allow you to have the very thing that could end me and knowing you wouldn't. " A chuckle, his palm cupping his face to brush his thumb beneath his eye. " It is being happy to see you and wondering when I can make the time to see you again afterwards. It is a longing to have you in my arms and feeling complete when you finally are. It is being utterly content in moments like these. " His voice softens, just as much as his gaze, as his touch. " That is what being in love is for me. And I value ever single second I get to experience it. "
#helllords#helllords / abaddon.#MODERN.#v.01.#( ok so maybe it is a little bit sad aghjkl; OOPSIE. )
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Vanilla Sunday Meme
For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic.
Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!
Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?
Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?
Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?
Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?
Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?
Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?
Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?
Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?
Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?
Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?
Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?
Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?
Where is your muse most sensitive?
Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship?
Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?
Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?
Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?
Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?
Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run?
Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?
Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?
Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?
Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?
Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?
How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?
Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?
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“Death’s Fingers” by Seraphine Saintclair
#v: of all these dark roads that i roam none could compare to you ( ᵈʳᶦⁿᵏ ᵐᵉ ; ᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ )#helllords / abaddon.
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the words make his lazy smile bloom into a ( self-satisfied, nearly feline ) grin.
“ maybe I am crew; or maybe you should give me a private show. ”
( he doesn’t look the part of crew; too many silver accessories that could become entangled in everything, and a style rather befitting of display on stage rather than serviceable behind it, where comfort is prioritized in conjunction to workload. )
whether or not Hidan knew him before ( an interesting concept; is Jiwoon humble enough to entertain that notion? ), he certainly has a pretty good idea of his identity now. returns his gaze with equal intent, scanning him from head to toe, expression equally pleasant, equally unreadable.
and yeah yeah, it's not the smartest thing to say ( it’s probably among the worst, really, considering the boring concepts of security and places you’re not allowed to freely move in because of privacy or some other shit ) , but it’s the only one that tickles Hidan’s fancy, and so he rolls with it. for funsies. makes up for it by stepping closer. ( too close? )
his tongue itches to slip ( all too readily, the treacherous thing ) into Korean. he abstains, favouring ( an accented but reliable ) English. see? he's being fucking polite.
“ I’m not looking for trouble. though— ” it usually finds him; case in point. is it? “ you look like it’s something you could handle. so you pick whichever answer you want. ”
❝ Now. . . I don't remember startin' the backstage VIP event early. Actually! I don't remember havin' one at this show. ❞ sure, there's a stranger in the backstage area, but jiwoon is composed. casually grinning. relaxed posture. hand resting upon his hip. eyes nonchalantly looking @zealctry up and down. was he trying to judge this guy based of his looks? yes, yes he is. ❝ Now, are you an obsessive fan or simply here to cause trouble? One I'm more willin' to forgive than the other. So pick carefully ~ ❞
#hemat1c#MODERN.#v tbt.#( dude who was probably let in by a friend who IS crew: hmmm. what if.#what if I just murdered the idol. what IF.#within 5 sec of meeting him.#what a silly lil guy. )#( insane meet insane-r. )
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who else? anyone else— anyone who was not a weaver of lies, who did to use deft mental fingers to delude another’s psyche and heart ( a distorted mirror, a flipped image to the words spoken ); Hidan has his own ( private, hidden, buried – so far down that not even an autopsy (or in his case, a vivisection) could unveil ) prejudices reasons for such a strong distaste. this, like so many other wells ( too many, too deep, and Hidan would not cross any that were less shallow than fucking puddles. . .. not with any of his coworkers, perhaps not ever with any other soul) of possibility, they tiptoe around with ease. shallow is simple and easy and safe best. a simple currency.
“ like slaughtering your own bloodline? ” it’s a lazy retort, almost an undertone ( if Itachi misses it, or chooses to miss it, he wouldn’t care. ) his eyes remain closed, a momentary reprieve from visual stimuli ( the breeze breathes softly in his ear, claiming his senses in its stead; Hidan stretches, bathing in the pleasant feel of tension unknotting from his muscles ). he doesn’t say I don’t believe you. but the thought lingers, unvoiced, between the lines ( no one can make all the wishes of their heart a reality; that is the rule of thumb and shackles of mankind. )
it's not, mind, something he holds against Itachi ( quite the contrary ). it is an object of some interest to him, even. but he chooses not to pursue it. maybe he would have, had his interlocutor not chosen such a hilarious statement to follow. Hidan’s ( reply ) is sudden and loud, like a thunderclap splitting apart the tranquility of the day. startling and brash and wholly genuine. because what the fuck. ( because obviously. ) ( because he could roll his eyes so far he’d gaze upon the mush of his own brains, and it wouldn’t begin to— )
what does the Uchiha expect? a vehement denial? he doesn't know who the fuck he's talking to or what he's saying, then. ( of course he doesn't. he knows nothing. at all. )
“ no shit, ” he snorts, instead, eyes opening to the skies and the all-engulfing light. Amaterasu, the sun goddess, bathed in gold. ( Amaterasu, the son goddess, plunging both the heaven and earth within darkness and disaster in her fright, in her flight, by her own volition because she was drunk on fear. ) Hidan’s fingers spread against the blue backdrop of the sky; not long ( thin ) enough to wiggle like spiderlegs, yet still somehow evocative of it. they close in a fist, entrapping sunlight within.
he moves to sit ( his expression suddenly unreadable, neither pleasant nor not-so ).
“ what are you trying to do, stir shit up with me? I’m not gonna take preaching from some godless heathen. what would you know? ”
ㅤHere they are, both of them, S-ranked criminals and deranged individuals each in their own way, indulging laziness and relaxation until further commands from their leader come. As though Akatsuki is a club for friends to hang out and have a good time together. Well, stranger things have happened, Itachi reckons.
ㅤPatience is a virtue he's cultivated since very young age and a few hours-possibly-extended-to-days of nothing to do won't give him cause to complain. In fact, being the obsessive proactive person he is, he'll take that nothing and turn it to something - namely, at the moment, holding one of the black coats; red clouds in hand to mend the tears. Not his own, because opponents that can leave a mark on Uchiha Itachi can be counted on the fingers of a hand and not all fingers will be needed. Kisame's coat, as his partner so often gets too enthusiastic for his own good and the outcome shows in rips all over his clothes. Such a waste, he almost hears Kakuzu saying, and is tempted to agree.
ㅤEyesight is still serviceable enough to handle needle and thread without sloppiness; not as much to be able to tell the detail in Hidan's features from the current distance. General rule of thumb, the afternoon heat tends to not go well with whatever condition Itachi has been feeling growing within him as of late; slowly but surely. Not as serious as to have anybody noticing anything thus far, not even that same Kisame, but Itachi isn't as naive as to believe it won't ever only go downhill from here. Which... is all right, he supposes. Provided his body lasts long enough for Sasuke to be prepared to claim his life and his eyes, that's all that matters. He'll deal with whatever else.
ㅤ«Who else should it come from, if not a genjutsu user?» he asks casually, voice in the usual monotone forcefully devoid of any hint of emotion, «That is the essence of weaving genjutsu, if you wish for it to not be easily broken. Either offer whatever your opponent most fears, or offer whatever they most long for.»
ㅤHidan is so easy to rile up, it's almost endearing; reminds Itachi of his little brother pouting whenever he'd been too busy to help with Sasuke's training. And so their conversation advances, the zealot basking in the sun and the clan-killer sitting in the shade lest his blood vessels take offense from the bright sunlight and decide to burst open at the lungs just that tad bit farther.
ㅤAs for the question offered back... Itachi keeps his sharingan-colored gaze on the task at hand, needle and thread and fabric, and ponders for a moment longer. What does he desperately wish to see? Everything his own hands have butchered either literally or metaphorically. Smiling faces of family and friends dead or estranged. A peaceful village where children have no need to hold weapons to kill. Why, even something as simple and mundane and boring as a steamy cup of tea and a nice stick of dango.
«I do not cling to wishes. Whatever I wish to see, I make it reality.»
ㅤNot a lie, in the sense that hardly anybody will ever be more of a go-getter than Itachi; he finds a way or he makes one. But an admittedly vague and evasive response, and deliberately so. In any other situation, he would have left Hidan stewing in silence as it was. Might be that the heat is truly mellowing him out, enough to loosen his tongue and offer crumbs instead of nothing; feeling slightly lightheaded and not in the mood to foster hostility. Perhaps, even, to fuel some mostly harmless banter. So Itachi goes and adds something else.
«By the way, the sunlight you're so very much enjoying
- it's a gift of Amaterasu. Not Lord Jashin.»
#kiigan#CANON.#( itachi: i will not stir the pot i want peace and quiet#itachi's sass: but i. however. might-- )
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it’s not that he’d mind elaborating ( Hidan dislikes a few things and loathes many more, but speaking his mind plainly is not one of them ; it’s part of the reason he took such exception to Itachi’s approach. clear-cut and direct is often superior to— ) it’s just that he isn’t given the opportunity or time. ( it’s like disdain is woven into the very fabric of you, asshole. ) not when the other shifts conversational gears to a ( related ) tangent. Hidan’s lips press in a flat line, and he doesn’t exert any effort to dissolve the scowl that signals his discontentment.
if looks could slit throats, Itachi Uchiha would be drowning in an ocean of red of his own making, gurgling and choking as he slipped into its vast depths. ( alas for that impossibility. Hidan often fantasizes about death and murder at the most inopportune moments, you know. it’s practically a predominant character trait and a favourite pastime, by now. oopsie. )
“ . . . damn, you’re loaded. ” it slips out matter-of-fact, neither particularly impressed nor judgmental, just sort of there, a knee-jerk reaction to a startling piece of information that fell from the sky to hammer his skull in. no biggie. ( finally, he relents, just a little, tension slowly seeping out of him, sublimating into thin air. it has much less to do with monetary compensation than with the realization that, perhaps, he isn’t entangled in some weirdass joke he couldn't make heads or tails of. )
( yet he really would readily punch Itachi in the throat —and fuck the consequences!— if he were ever privy to being lumped into the category of ‘misguided souls’, or, worse yet, ‘little aliens’. fortunately for everyone involved — a grand total of two!— Hidan’s no mindreader. )
and since quid pro quo is only natural, he replies with a list of his own, raising a hand for emphasis, curling a finger in with each passing demand request.
“ I ain’t covering the ink or removing the piercings or, most especially, changing my hair. ” the latter would, in all truth, be both a small personal catastrophe and a financial sinkhole. do you know how much effort it takes to bring inkblack, asian hair to a pleasant ashy platinum?? “ and it’s inhuman to expect anyone to work at six in the morning. all the caffeine in the world can’t make functional before eight, just so you know. ”
his not quitting his dayjob goes without saying, and thus he expects Itachi to work around his schedule, rather than the other way around ( welcome and how may I help you do not come naturally to Hidan —he’s come dangerously close to being fired on more than one occasion for mouthing off to a client for being a compete sod, which the casual businessman always is after one too many, and no hangover drink or half-price bento box will ever fix— but it’s a stable enough thing that pays his ( cat’s ) rent, and it sure comes more naturally than posing pretty for a picture. )
“ oh. AND you give me the deets about what you want or are looking for exactly, beforehand. else it's awkward as hell. ”
«Make that offer for mercy again when I'm going through
creative block and I might take you up on it.»
ㅤWhich, this particular sentence, he says only half-jokingly. Many may think it a miracle all its own, a bad joke of the cosmos, that someone as analytical and logic-driven as Itachi can even muster up the talent to be creative; music and design alike. Come to think of it, might explain why he's so horribly prone to said periods of block? The way he, at times, tries to force, out of sheer stubbornness, what ought to come from genuine inspiration only. Might also explain why the lyrics he writes vary greatly from deep/ meaningful/ thought-provoking to a jumbled mess of purple prose and abstract metaphors that leave press and fans alike questioning what drugs was he on at the time.
Anyway. The matter at hand.
ㅤAlmost literally at hand, with the way Hidan is now trying to defy the natural principle of non-ubiquity; two bodies cannot occupy the same physical space. Watch me, Hidan seems to be saying in the absence of words. Very well. If it takes two to tango, Itachi shall not leave his partner lacking for anything. And so he does not move, their noses this close to touching, eye contact so intense that, if this was an anime, there would be sparks flying.
«Mind elaborating on how, exactly, am I being a dick?»
ㅤOkay, so he was perhaps a touch too sassy when offering the sweater as payment for a whole career. Fascinating that he may be, interacting with Hidan is like riding a wave during a storm - fifty-fifty chance on achieving an incredible stunt or, instead, be knocked over and sent to drown. Does Itachi regret it, however? He does not. He apologized for the part he feels might have crossed a line [we are all entitled to our own pet-peeves, after all], and that's where he'll stop. And if the rest becomes a war of attrition, so be it. If nothing else, he knows he can beat Hidan at being patient.
«You joked, I joked, now we're ready to be serious.
And I did make you a serious offer.»
ㅤJust to reiterate. For some reason, the other young man is having trouble to believe it? And, well. Maybe it does seem odd that Itachi would trust someone so openly, proudly volatile. Yet it makes sense in his head - he, himself, a deep well of idiosyncrasies and quirks. If he intends his fashion brand to reflect precisely that, to make clothes and accessories for all the little aliens out there, misguided souls that don't truly fit, then what better choice of a model?
Let's take baby steps.
ㅤ«Expectations: that you take this seriously, as I just mentioned. That, for example, if I ask you to be in studio at a given hour, you won't arrive fashionably late with Starbucks in hand - and, no, I won't be bribed if you bring me a cup, as well.»
Maybe he will, on occasion. When hungover and all that.
ㅤ«Terms and conditions: to be written on the contract, according to what both of us think is reasonable. I am also willing to offer you a two hundred per hour, initially. And willing to double it at the end of the first month, if you convince me you can do a good job.»
#kiigan#MODERN.#v tbt.#( 'if this was an anime' - i laughed so hard.#rip to anyone witnessing that indeed. just uncomfortably close tense negotiation#one guy considering murder every 30 seconds. they already#get along so well! look at them. bffs. )
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an all too accurate observation. alas ( for mankind! ), for the combination of Hidan being ill-handled nitroglycerin and, for all intents and purposes, immortal means that whilst he is a little too prone to exploding ( blowing things up ; himself, others, a whole damn village. did it matter, when he inevitably left but slaughter in his wake,. . ..? ) — it always becomes someone else’s problem.
( you wouldn’t believe it. not for the boyish grin, nor for the currently all-too-excited, even sauntering, step he adopts in his approach. )
“ don’t you fucking ‘young man’ me, you bastard, I’ll skewer you! couldn’t even bother to remember me by name, huh?? ” the words leave his lips upon a delighted laugh that slithers, without a hint of caution, upon his features. up up up, to dance in his eyes. he looks two seconds away from throwing his arms around the other into a hug. fortunately for Alucard ( and with the exertion of considerable effort! ), he refrains. instead, a single hand repeatedly slaps against the vampire’s upper arm, in an atypical gesture of camaraderie. “ look at you still kicking, Red. well done. the hell you here for? buy you a drink later? ”-
@zealctry liked for a starter !
𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 . from what the count had seen , the other was rather . . . a ticking time bomb ; --- waiting to go off at any foreign touch . the vampire motions for the other to come closer so they could speak without prying ears . ❝ i hope you haven't forgotten me yet . you left quite the impression , young man . ❞
#groazei#CANON.#v tbt.#( omg it's been such a long time since these two interacted aghjk#also i gotta say.#hidan is such a moody brat that him being genuinely THIS excited about seeing someone#is so funny to me.#it's actually all sorts of amazing. )
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