[He's pliant to the change of handhold, however apprehensive to the rest, brow a furrowed line.]
Then you'll have to show me. I've never found myself affected much by... music. But it would be different with you.
[It always is. He tugs on their braided fingers, pulling Cy's arm down and around himself.]
What have you been doing these past few days? Were you with anyone else?
Then you'll have to show me. I've never found myself affected much by... music. But it would be different with you.
[It always is. He tugs on their braided fingers, pulling Cy's arm down and around himself.]
What have you been doing these past few days? Were you with anyone else?
That's a promise, then.
[A song just for him — there's no denying the rush of warmth inspired, further settling the sharp edge of paranoia and negativity from the suit.]
Yes. It feels as though no matter what happens, nothing changes in this place... yet it continues forever. [To say nothing of those guests who have been present here for centuries.] What would you write? In my song.
[Sasuke shifts again, this time pulling out of Cy's lap in order to recline on the cushioned bench — then tugging Cy after him, fatigue quick to fill the gaps left by panic and imagined grief.]
[A song just for him — there's no denying the rush of warmth inspired, further settling the sharp edge of paranoia and negativity from the suit.]
Yes. It feels as though no matter what happens, nothing changes in this place... yet it continues forever. [To say nothing of those guests who have been present here for centuries.] What would you write? In my song.
[Sasuke shifts again, this time pulling out of Cy's lap in order to recline on the cushioned bench — then tugging Cy after him, fatigue quick to fill the gaps left by panic and imagined grief.]
It's poetic.
[The lyrical quality to Chiskikani words can't be denied, and he tries to commit this one to memory — one who walks with night. Suitable, for someone like him who endeavored so desperately to live in the darkness.]
Isti... brietha—laso. [A careful, halting attempt to mimic Cy's speech.] I'd like to learn more of your language, if you permit it.
[With Cy's head on his left shoulder, his right arm is free to wrap around the man, one leg slinging over.]
[The lyrical quality to Chiskikani words can't be denied, and he tries to commit this one to memory — one who walks with night. Suitable, for someone like him who endeavored so desperately to live in the darkness.]
Isti... brietha—laso. [A careful, halting attempt to mimic Cy's speech.] I'd like to learn more of your language, if you permit it.
[With Cy's head on his left shoulder, his right arm is free to wrap around the man, one leg slinging over.]
[That grief of loss — it comes from a place of understanding in Cy as well. To have watched a world you once cherished change into something unrecognizable, where everyone you know is gone. It is hard to fathom — but it is no wonder Cy can handle the idea of an inevitable separation.
Sasuke takes in an unsteady breath, leaning to kiss the crown of Cy's head. An echo of all of the affection he has been taught to express.]
Then I'll learn. [Said with determination.] And there will be two people left who know it.
[And we'll teach our children, is the sudden, errant thought in his mind, terrifying because he wants it so much.]
Chiskikani and dancing. Math, French, farming... I have a lot to learn from you.
Sasuke takes in an unsteady breath, leaning to kiss the crown of Cy's head. An echo of all of the affection he has been taught to express.]
Then I'll learn. [Said with determination.] And there will be two people left who know it.
[And we'll teach our children, is the sudden, errant thought in his mind, terrifying because he wants it so much.]
Chiskikani and dancing. Math, French, farming... I have a lot to learn from you.
[His brow furrows, serious.]
I could. But... doing that while avoiding him, [and there's no need to clarify who him is in this case,] might be difficult. More than simply casting a genjutsu. I'm confident, but I don't know if you would want to risk that. Me, in your head.
I could. But... doing that while avoiding him, [and there's no need to clarify who him is in this case,] might be difficult. More than simply casting a genjutsu. I'm confident, but I don't know if you would want to risk that. Me, in your head.
[Would it be so bad if he did stumble into the part of Cy's mind where Kulo Vayn is imprisoned? They aren't words he suggests aloud, but the thought settles, whether influenced by his suit or not. It isn't like Kulo Vayn could truly affect him — not from within chains, not while Sasuke is using the Sharingan, surely. And that interest in him hasn't abated since he first learned of the more sinister presence inside of Cy, as much because he wants to protect Cy as know him, in every way.
Sasuke leans his cheek against that warm hand.]
All right. Let's discuss it more when I'm not... like this. [A soft exhalation, rubbing his face against Cy's fingers with a thoughtless ease, seeking touch.] I missed you. I always do, when you aren't with me.
Sasuke leans his cheek against that warm hand.]
All right. Let's discuss it more when I'm not... like this. [A soft exhalation, rubbing his face against Cy's fingers with a thoughtless ease, seeking touch.] I missed you. I always do, when you aren't with me.
It wasn't your fault.
[The fact that Cy had looked for him at all, and with such seeming effort, is more than he could ask. Sasuke tilts his head into the touch. It's impossible to resist that siren's call of proximity while they're lying together like this — the leg he's hooked over Cy hikes higher, pressing the full length of their bodies together in a needy rub for contact.]
Cy. [The quality of his voice changes, a little more breathy.] The suit.
[As if that excuse is necessary for the swing into horniness when he's this close to Cy.]
[The fact that Cy had looked for him at all, and with such seeming effort, is more than he could ask. Sasuke tilts his head into the touch. It's impossible to resist that siren's call of proximity while they're lying together like this — the leg he's hooked over Cy hikes higher, pressing the full length of their bodies together in a needy rub for contact.]
Cy. [The quality of his voice changes, a little more breathy.] The suit.
[As if that excuse is necessary for the swing into horniness when he's this close to Cy.]
[Left alone by Cy's sudden disappearance, he sits upright calmly — he may be confused on what Cy could possibly be doing, but he's too accustomed to the man's weird shenanigans to be that surprised when it happens.
Except, no. Cy still manages to completely surprise him.]
Whose door is that?
Except, no. Cy still manages to completely surprise him.]
Whose door is that?
[Horniness wins out against absurdity or embarrassment, and he crawls into Cy's lap, swinging his leg over to take up familiar residence there. His right hand finds Cy's shoulder for balance, until it loops into the full length of his arm to feel the movement of muscle underneath the fabric of Cy's shirt.]
It hasn't all been difficult. I've thought about you as constantly as I did that first month... In dreams, and in my thoughts.
[He doesn't mind being tormented if the content of that torment is Cy.]
It hasn't all been difficult. I've thought about you as constantly as I did that first month... In dreams, and in my thoughts.
[He doesn't mind being tormented if the content of that torment is Cy.]
No. Not even my imagination compares.
[Who taught him to be so sappy?
There's a huff of near-laughter at the playful gnawing — with similar exaggeration, he cranes to escape in mock-struggle, even if it does no more than squirm his weight in Cy's lap to feel the tight squeeze of those fingers.]
Hm. Do you remember when we spoke about chakra? I've been wondering if it is possible to draw on your energy and replenish my own reserves. [His head tilts, like a cat picking up a curious sound.] Usually I would do that through physical contact. Would you want to try?
[Who taught him to be so sappy?
There's a huff of near-laughter at the playful gnawing — with similar exaggeration, he cranes to escape in mock-struggle, even if it does no more than squirm his weight in Cy's lap to feel the tight squeeze of those fingers.]
Hm. Do you remember when we spoke about chakra? I've been wondering if it is possible to draw on your energy and replenish my own reserves. [His head tilts, like a cat picking up a curious sound.] Usually I would do that through physical contact. Would you want to try?
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