"mute colors."
a scroll, a brush, inkstone and inkstick arrived at their table, delivered by a servant.
"what?" izuna frowned, because that certainly wasn't the answer to her question. she made space for the newly arrived stuff; reading the scroll's content upside down.
"to them." tobirama nodded to his left, towards the backs of their older siblings, both are vibrant, strong and blinding, yet pulling others to their presence in awe and fear.
she gazed at her brother; dark clouds and smoke dancing around himself. then to her own hand; pale and barely-there, blending well with her snow-white kimono. his roars echoed far and wide, making the inkstone tremble when tobirama drew moisture from the air to create water.
"compared to hashirama, my brother's colors are..." izuna trailed off. not mute or dim, no. he's vibrant in his own way that defied every notion that is hashirama. to say that his colors were mute before the hokage would be an insult. her brother was anything but faded colors.
tobirama finished it for her, "darker, but just as strong." he handed her the brush.
izuna accepted it, writing down her name across his. "so mine are dark and mute. while yours," she glanced at him, pale features contrasting black kimono he wore, "are light and mute."
another servant carried the scroll away as they rose together, hand in hand, towards the crowd surrounding their siblings. madara was suppressing a grin, while hashirama was visibly tearing up.
"we are our own colors, though," he said as they descended to the garden, squeezing her hand gently.
"we'll blend well together." izuna braced herself and smiled to the guests; her clansmen and his.
theirs.
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can anyone guess what they're doing? XD