īŧ his brother's eyes, he'd said. cy doesn't miss, that he goes unnamed.
this, too, cleaves as a wound. as if sasuke has recognized the bleed of one in him, and sawed at himself to produce an intricate ribbon of sutures that he can use to lever the sides of cy's own ancient traumas closed. it's achingly sweet, selfless. and it makes him hurt all the more for the fact that it seems no one else in this boy's life has seen that side of him.
very gently, īŧ
Do you want to talk about it?
īŧ he knows some of it. can guess at the rest. and as with what he told sasuke, he knows — it'll make him hurt, it'll make him sad, it'll make him sorry. and he will carry it, whatever it is, until immortality sears the edges of his memory away, and softens the edges of old traumas, and sasuke's name is an iterant whisper clutched close against the coming dark.
he leans forward and presses a kiss against his forehead. īŧ
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Date: 2024-02-19 07:11 am (UTC)this, too, cleaves as a wound. as if sasuke has recognized the bleed of one in him, and sawed at himself to produce an intricate ribbon of sutures that he can use to lever the sides of cy's own ancient traumas closed. it's achingly sweet, selfless. and it makes him hurt all the more for the fact that it seems no one else in this boy's life has seen that side of him.
very gently, īŧ
Do you want to talk about it?
īŧ he knows some of it. can guess at the rest. and as with what he told sasuke, he knows — it'll make him hurt, it'll make him sad, it'll make him sorry. and he will carry it, whatever it is, until immortality sears the edges of his memory away, and softens the edges of old traumas, and sasuke's name is an iterant whisper clutched close against the coming dark.
he leans forward and presses a kiss against his forehead. īŧ
I'll listen if it's time.