[He knows his own emotionality in the moment is a likely product of the past few days wearing down on him — and he knows Cy would not blame him for his own sensitivity. Yet it feels overwhelming, dropping his head forward to rest their foreheads together in a brief press, conscious of the threat of tears coaxed once more at those words.
No one has ever communicated affection and love so openly with him, before Cy. It stills his breath every time. It leaves him carved raw and open, aching, desperate to preserve the sentiment forever. Never to lose it.]
I feel the same. [I'd do anything for you.] ... All right.
[His right palm lays itself over Cy's chest, first ghosting where he can feel the stronger thud of a heart beneath layers of bone and muscle — then settling, finally, in the dip of a sternum. With the aid of Rinnegan, he can locate that deep well of energy within Cy's body, sheltered somewhere at the core as opposed to a network of chakra pathways, and as Cy promised him it is immense. The first pull is tentative. There's a flickering of sensation where his hand sits beneath Cy's shirt — cold, malevolent, an oily seep of corrupt energy like vapor against his skin. Yet it is also powerful and seemingly limitless, because Sasuke struggles to keep the channeled drain small and narrow, a trickle compared to a flood.]
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No one has ever communicated affection and love so openly with him, before Cy. It stills his breath every time. It leaves him carved raw and open, aching, desperate to preserve the sentiment forever. Never to lose it.]
I feel the same. [I'd do anything for you.] ... All right.
[His right palm lays itself over Cy's chest, first ghosting where he can feel the stronger thud of a heart beneath layers of bone and muscle — then settling, finally, in the dip of a sternum. With the aid of Rinnegan, he can locate that deep well of energy within Cy's body, sheltered somewhere at the core as opposed to a network of chakra pathways, and as Cy promised him it is immense. The first pull is tentative. There's a flickering of sensation where his hand sits beneath Cy's shirt — cold, malevolent, an oily seep of corrupt energy like vapor against his skin. Yet it is also powerful and seemingly limitless, because Sasuke struggles to keep the channeled drain small and narrow, a trickle compared to a flood.]