（ he hums a little, an old melodic refrain to put the music in the air between them, and then: ）
I don't remember what it's called. But it's a Chiskikani song.
（ he leans in closer, crowding sasuke into the circle of his arms. the humming transmutes into words, soft and low. as always when he slips into his native tongue, there's a new quality nested in his voice — a little like a homecoming. the aural equivalent of crossing over the threshold of one's door to warm their hands over the hearth.
biito t'chen verai, t'che ku sanlevy sporaa zeko, anhka mirad cy, ankha mirae so. just the first few lines, murmured against sasuke's ear. ）
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I don't remember what it's called. But it's a Chiskikani song.
（ he leans in closer, crowding sasuke into the circle of his arms. the humming transmutes into words, soft and low. as always when he slips into his native tongue, there's a new quality nested in his voice — a little like a homecoming. the aural equivalent of crossing over the threshold of one's door to warm their hands over the hearth.
biito t'chen verai, t'che ku sanlevy sporaa zeko, anhka mirad cy, ankha mirae so. just the first few lines, murmured against sasuke's ear. ）