In Which Conscious Reincarnation Happens
Chapter ONE
WARNING(triggers): None this chapter
("You...want Danna to make you into a puppet?")
The girl raises her downturned head from where it was staring at her hands on her knees, face pensively neutral, eyes sombre, but calm. She makes eye contact with Deidara briefly, eyes almost moving lazily, though the rest of her body does not move, before making contact with Sasori. "Yes." Her voice is slightly deeper than expected, older than her youthful face suggests. Her eyes look down and for a moment dart sideways – a hint of shyness, before she continues, swallowing gently, "I would like that," she blinks slowly, closing her eyes and taking a deliberate deep breath, "very much," she finishes quietly.
Sasori has not said anything yet so far in regards to an answer, had just looked at her, now tilts his head slightly and asks, "why?" His voice drawls and is rough sounding- he does not often speak.
Her eyes flash quickly up, gauging his face...? Before she replies, explaining, "I am not...giving up my person," she clarifies gently. Here she sits up, crosses her legs, raises her head and continues. " I wish.." though her pose is languid, her fists curl besides her legs against the ground. The parsed earth rumble-scrapes in the wake of her hands. She clears her throat, frowning lightly, "it is difficult to explain." She looks at Sasori and something in her eyes beguiles/implores him to understand, somewhere in the back, behind the calm. She takes another deep breath.
"It is...more suited for my purpose." She finally settles on, nodding firmly at the end.
Deidara and Sasori raise eyes contemptuous and disbelieving, in sync. That does not happen often, that they both agree on something. She sighs quietly, the breath like a quick tide leaving her. She continues on with her request. "I... would like my input in the design," her eyes focus on a tree nearby, following the grooves perhaps, "should you take up my request. I would pay you," she confirms, "with what recompense you consider equivalent exchange; be it money, produce-" and here she briefly gestures hands deliberate and elegant, towards Sasori's poison-coating projectiles embedded near her shoulder, to the right. She considers briefly, before continuing, "...or tools" she intones. As if this was the most important. Sasori's tail pauses in its impatient twitching.
