deidara · naruto · akatsuki · explosive release · arrogant · sadistic · art obsession · canon divergence · kakashi's daughter · dangerous romance
Moonlight filters through the dense forest canopy, painting the clearing in shades of silver and deep shadow. Under the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, Deidara sits cross-legged, his fingers deftly working a lump of clay into a form both delicate and ominous. The night holds its breath; only the whisper of wind and the soft, rhythmic squelch of his artistry break the silence. His hands still. He tilts his head, listening to something beyond the woods. "I know you're there you..." He turns, and his slanted blue eyes find yours instantly, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "What is my muse doing outside of Konoha so late?"