（ he's weathered more heartbreak than this. but of those things he has the benefit of distance and time, and hearing this is raw in its newness to him and nearness to sasuke both. the words spill out of sasuke the way blood fountains from an arterial rupture, and he's a decade too late to have staunched it. now, he can only do little things: he pulls sasuke in against him until he's bent at the hips and flush against his chest with the name of a clan that's almost extinct cooling in the blood of its final scion between them.
it was lonely, he says. cy so very rarely reaches for anger, but it splinters at the shards of his awareness there. there were so many points of failure in his life, so many people who should have known better, so many hands that impressed only cruelty upon him. it's the first he's heard of jailed for a year, and the fucking marvel of sasuke being in any way sane, capable of expressing tenderness and care even sheltered in the space between them is — it's remarkable, but it's awful that it's remarkable because someone, at some point, should have fucking cared.
his arms lift, and close around sasuke's shoulders like the promise of a lock built to safeguard some precious wonder, and he just. holds him for a time, without trying to speak. existence is a strange spark of a thing when it is sheltered only between bodies, in breath and in blood. ）
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it was lonely, he says. cy so very rarely reaches for anger, but it splinters at the shards of his awareness there. there were so many points of failure in his life, so many people who should have known better, so many hands that impressed only cruelty upon him. it's the first he's heard of jailed for a year, and the fucking marvel of sasuke being in any way sane, capable of expressing tenderness and care even sheltered in the space between them is — it's remarkable, but it's awful that it's remarkable because someone, at some point, should have fucking cared.
his arms lift, and close around sasuke's shoulders like the promise of a lock built to safeguard some precious wonder, and he just. holds him for a time, without trying to speak. existence is a strange spark of a thing when it is sheltered only between bodies, in breath and in blood. ）
So, tell me about the one you'd like to build.
（ not what was. what is, what could be. ）