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“we could do it, you know? take off. live in the woods.” (dany ♥️)

the old, faded pews felt scarcely the consecrated hall worthy of whispered reverence and the evocative dissemination of their elusive, yet deific sovereign DIO. deidara reveled in the way the retainers recoiled or fled as if his passing the threshold into their gilded cage was in itself blasphemous. there was a petulant middle finger bestowed in greeting and even from the shadows their features distorted in revulsion. they had made it blatant that he wasn’t one of them, wasn’t someone who devoted their life to a man whose face they did not know, whose influence was so ancient it was suffused with dust and mildew. he had been sent on a mission after being debriefed in conspicuity and how those who sought them were to be dispatched with discretion. he pretended to listen, their faces held a similar loathing. he strode in like the sanctity was held in his disfigured hands, with no intention to prostrate himself before a holy entity and behest good fortune. If there was one thing he had retained from his youth; sinking his fingers into power and prosperity, was that no old, sandy bastard was going to rise from the earth and bestow upon you his favour; in spite of what the attendants gossiped.

the assassination in question had gone off without a hitch. the helicopter disguised as a wealthy merchant’s, traveling to a villa for vacation, had been scoped out and destroyed in accordance with the thoroughly devised albeit thoroughly boring, plan. however, the way the man’s shriveled face had contorted in terror rang through him as a pleasant hum and the way his throat had contracted desperately as deidara thrusted his fingers and clay into his mouth embossed itself in his mind’s eye in euphoria. it had ossified in his throat, depriving him of the air he so desperately tried to inhale, particles filling his lungs, nestling in his apertures until the explosion that distended his stomach and filled his bulging corpse with blood and torn viscera went off. he kicked his heels up on the pew infront of him, his mouth smug, toying with the badge he’d stolen off the man’s SPEEDWAGON FOUNDATION jacket. he couldn’t read it, but presumed it was his name. he was less human in deidara’s eyes and more corpse, his eyes dilating, blood trickling from his ears and nose. he had been chastised last time he was assigned because apparently the foundation had a proclivity for sticking its nose where it wasn’t supposed to and being flagrant with his executions earned him a serial killer’s epithet. that wasn’t condoned by the higher ups so he was sanctioned with three weeks of tedious lurking without so much as a single man to kill.

he had anticipated her footfalls as she too stepped into the colossal cage for DIO’s worshippers and, with himself included, his less than appreciators. “ i’m back.” he flicked the badge in the air, it glinted in a subtle shaft of light cast in from one of the shattered and barred windows and caught it effortlessly. it was a sing-song drawl and it accompanied a more sincere grin. dany leant over him, long strands of her hair cascading past his shoulders, lustrous in the arid, afternoon glow, her smile akin to his. listlessly he raised a single hand, the last evidence of that man’s existence tucked away in his pocket, she was far more interesting, resting it gently against her jaw. “ isn’t the father’s illustrious scheme living up to your expectations.” deidara tilts his head back to look at her, resting on the pew behind him, a precarious balance. “ but i wouldn’t be against it, this place is a fucking hole.” he somehow doubted the eminent DIO would want to be resurrected in the sort of place that harbored the scent of sweat and decay; wasn’t he meant to be someone important.  “ i’ll go if you go.” he says and means it, for his tether was to her, never to DIO, one of the many reasons his followers found him detestable. he wouldn’t have been bothered if this place erupted into an inferno, a resplendent replication of the helicopter as his diminutive, arachnid shaped bombs had exploded inside the engine. “ did you have a particular woods in mind ?"

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