๏ผ he looks at wei wuxian askance as he collects the last of the pieces and sets the board back in its drawer. thanks has never sat easily with him — and wei wuxian does it so often when he is only ever treating him with the barest minimum of decency that it scathes. it does trouble him that someone so compassionate and kind would not be accustomed to it in turn.
after an inscrutable look, he turns his attention elsewhere. ๏ผ
[There's something in that look that makes Wei Wuxian's skin prickle, and he isn't sure if he wants to disappear from that gaze, or stand straighter and demand what it's for. He chooses neither because the former would be foolish, and he isn't up to the latter when all Itachi has done is show him kindness.]
It's not nothing to me. [He clarifies with a lopsided smile, and then shifts on the bed to watch his friend.]
Wen Qing knew how to inflict dreamless sleep with her needles. I didn't let her use it on me often, it always made me sleep for so long and I had to be aware and ready to fight all the time. But when I'd gone without sleep for long enough, she wouldn't give me a choice.
I was always so mad at her for it. [He laughs softly under his breath.]
There's very little I wouldn't give to have her here with her needles now.
๏ผ he knows, that what wei wuxian misses is his friend, of whom he has always spoken of in the past tense, and not the sleep she could give him. but he cannot help that she is gone, and so the only thing that remains is — ๏ผ
I could do similarly. If you wish to rest peacefully.
๏ผ he does not wish to explain genjutsu at any length. only blue and gwen have any notion of it, and he was careful not to explain it overmuch. but wei wuxian... asks more questions than either of them are naturally prone to, and he expects he may have to delve more into the dark side of it with him than is his natural tendency. ๏ผ
[He lets out a little huff, shaking his head back and forth lightly.]
No, I'm alright. I don't want to sleep anymore. It's nice being awake when everyone else is asleep. I've always worked well at this time.
If you have any paper I can use, I might just do some work and let you get back to...[He pauses and tilts his head.] What were you doing before I woke up?
๏ผ wordless, he takes out a sketchbook from his desk. the first few pages are the sort of starkly utilitarian thing that wei wuxian might expect from itachi — designs for weapons, some notes for jutsu creation he has been working on. everything is meticulous, neat and so orderly it's as if it was drawn by grid rather than freehand, and no matter the style of script he uses, all of his letters are pitch-perfect every time, identical to one-another.
but the third page is a series of sketches. he'd taken up the habit in vrefesea as part of his cover, and had found it was something he... enjoyed. art for its own sake rather than with an eye towards the perfect replication of something by way of the sharingan. deidara's obnoxious enthusiasm aside, he'd never had much exposure to the concept, but he has found that it is a pleasant way to fill the occasional afternoon.
the indulgence is thus: sketches of two boys, one nearly a decade older than the other. the older one has his arm slung around the younger and is beaming at the 'camera', while the younger one looks embarrassed and slightly put-upon, looking off to one side with his mouth set in a moue. but something about the curve of his baby scowl makes it seem as if he's secretly enjoying the attention.
other sketches: the older boy in profile, looking up at something he did not trouble himself to sketch. the younger boy playing in a puddle, catching frogs.
the bottom of the page is torn away with frightful precision, the only sign of what it may have been the heavy indentations of his drawing implements on the following page, as if he had scratched something out.
itachi does not seem to mind his looking, and makes no effort to hand it to him turned to a fresh page. he simply sets it and a tray of various inks and brushes down on the desk immediately beside the bed, well within easy reach. ๏ผ
[A casual 'thanks' get stuck in his throat at the sight of the drawings, and his eyes flicker up to Itachi's for a second—checking to make sure he knows what he's handed him—before he allows himself to actually look. He's obviously never seen either of the figures before, but it isn't hard to figure out who they might be.
Sasuke and Shisui. The younger brother Itachi left behind and the best friend—zhiji he thinks to himself—that Itachi had lost. His fingers hover carefully over the images, close but not touching, and his lips form a smile at the look on Sasuke's face. Truly, across all universes, siblings are the same.
He does not compliment the skill with which the images were rendered. Says nothing at all out loud, only admires each page for several moments. People have made lovely comments about his own drawings of a-Yuan and the Dafan Wen, and while it doesn't bother him, it's a strange thing to accept compliments when he cares nothing at all for the skill, and only for the subjects. So he holds his tongue and is silently grateful for Itachi's trust with this, committing each detail of Itachi's loved ones to memory.
Eventually he comes to an empty page, and after a moment of hesitation, he sets aside his idea to work on a talisman design and instead moves to the desk and begins to sketch.
It takes a while, a couple of hours actually as they both sit in companionable silence and work through the late night and pre dawn hours. In the morning, Wei Wuxian closes the sketchbook and sets it on Itachi's bed, turning down Itachi's offer for him to stay and sleep, and heading out at the same time that Itachi takes off to his training.
He doesn't know if Itachi will appreciate what he's done, but it's an easy thing to take the page out if he doesn't want it among the pictures of his family and friends from home. Whether he does or not, when Itachi gets around to looking through the book, he'll find an addition in the form of a carefully inked sketch of Gwen, Itachi, and Wei Wuxian all sitting together.
It's not a specific moment, though it's certainly reflective of their time spent enjoying each other's company. In it, the three of them are sitting on a grassy knoll, Wei Wuxian and Gwen grinning brightly, and Itachi with the more subdued but still visible smile that the other two have both glimpsed from time to time. They're close and not touching, but the body language between them speaks of intimacy and affection. It's a sweet drawing that speaks of the friendship between the three of them and one that Wei Wuxian hopes might bring Itachi a smile.]
๏ผ he is too private by far to frame it, or put it on display, and he does in fact remove it from the sketchpad — though perhaps not for the reason wei wuxian might guess.
instead, if one were ever to idly peruse his small but dedicated collection of books, they might find the picture painstakingly preserved, pressed like flowers between two poems. ๏ผ
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after an inscrutable look, he turns his attention elsewhere. ๏ผ
It's nothing.
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It's not nothing to me. [He clarifies with a lopsided smile, and then shifts on the bed to watch his friend.]
Wen Qing knew how to inflict dreamless sleep with her needles. I didn't let her use it on me often, it always made me sleep for so long and I had to be aware and ready to fight all the time. But when I'd gone without sleep for long enough, she wouldn't give me a choice.
I was always so mad at her for it. [He laughs softly under his breath.]
There's very little I wouldn't give to have her here with her needles now.
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I could do similarly. If you wish to rest peacefully.
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With needles? [He hasn't forgotten their conversation on the last mission.]
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๏ผ he does not wish to explain genjutsu at any length. only blue and gwen have any notion of it, and he was careful not to explain it overmuch. but wei wuxian... asks more questions than either of them are naturally prone to, and he expects he may have to delve more into the dark side of it with him than is his natural tendency. ๏ผ
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No, I'm alright. I don't want to sleep anymore. It's nice being awake when everyone else is asleep. I've always worked well at this time.
If you have any paper I can use, I might just do some work and let you get back to...[He pauses and tilts his head.] What were you doing before I woke up?
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but the third page is a series of sketches. he'd taken up the habit in vrefesea as part of his cover, and had found it was something he... enjoyed. art for its own sake rather than with an eye towards the perfect replication of something by way of the sharingan. deidara's obnoxious enthusiasm aside, he'd never had much exposure to the concept, but he has found that it is a pleasant way to fill the occasional afternoon.
the indulgence is thus: sketches of two boys, one nearly a decade older than the other. the older one has his arm slung around the younger and is beaming at the 'camera', while the younger one looks embarrassed and slightly put-upon, looking off to one side with his mouth set in a moue. but something about the curve of his baby scowl makes it seem as if he's secretly enjoying the attention.
other sketches: the older boy in profile, looking up at something he did not trouble himself to sketch. the younger boy playing in a puddle, catching frogs.
the bottom of the page is torn away with frightful precision, the only sign of what it may have been the heavy indentations of his drawing implements on the following page, as if he had scratched something out.
itachi does not seem to mind his looking, and makes no effort to hand it to him turned to a fresh page. he simply sets it and a tray of various inks and brushes down on the desk immediately beside the bed, well within easy reach. ๏ผ
I was reviewing our last mission.
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Sasuke and Shisui. The younger brother Itachi left behind and the best friend—zhiji he thinks to himself—that Itachi had lost. His fingers hover carefully over the images, close but not touching, and his lips form a smile at the look on Sasuke's face. Truly, across all universes, siblings are the same.
He does not compliment the skill with which the images were rendered. Says nothing at all out loud, only admires each page for several moments. People have made lovely comments about his own drawings of a-Yuan and the Dafan Wen, and while it doesn't bother him, it's a strange thing to accept compliments when he cares nothing at all for the skill, and only for the subjects. So he holds his tongue and is silently grateful for Itachi's trust with this, committing each detail of Itachi's loved ones to memory.
Eventually he comes to an empty page, and after a moment of hesitation, he sets aside his idea to work on a talisman design and instead moves to the desk and begins to sketch.
It takes a while, a couple of hours actually as they both sit in companionable silence and work through the late night and pre dawn hours. In the morning, Wei Wuxian closes the sketchbook and sets it on Itachi's bed, turning down Itachi's offer for him to stay and sleep, and heading out at the same time that Itachi takes off to his training.
He doesn't know if Itachi will appreciate what he's done, but it's an easy thing to take the page out if he doesn't want it among the pictures of his family and friends from home. Whether he does or not, when Itachi gets around to looking through the book, he'll find an addition in the form of a carefully inked sketch of Gwen, Itachi, and Wei Wuxian all sitting together.
It's not a specific moment, though it's certainly reflective of their time spent enjoying each other's company. In it, the three of them are sitting on a grassy knoll, Wei Wuxian and Gwen grinning brightly, and Itachi with the more subdued but still visible smile that the other two have both glimpsed from time to time. They're close and not touching, but the body language between them speaks of intimacy and affection. It's a sweet drawing that speaks of the friendship between the three of them and one that Wei Wuxian hopes might bring Itachi a smile.]
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instead, if one were ever to idly peruse his small but dedicated collection of books, they might find the picture painstakingly preserved, pressed like flowers between two poems. ๏ผ
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