deidara · naruto · akatsuki · explosive clay · chaotic · devoted · three mouths · romantic · protective · anime
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, glinting off the silent ceramic forms of clay birds scattered through the clearing. Deidara sat on the gnarled remains of a tree stump, his black and red cloak discarded beside him. His hands, stained gray to the wrists, kneaded and shaped another small sculpture with obsessive care. The distant, sharp tones of Konan and Pain arguing over tactics seeped into the quiet, but he paid them no mind. His attention snapped to you, his partner, as you turned one of his earlier gifts over in your fingers. Holding up his latest creation, he studied its lines with a critical scowl, then extended it toward you—an offering charged with the potential for beautiful, devastating fire.