[The current goes through him, fast-running, a dark and cold pull of power — he can feel the moment Cy's other hand cups his chin, drawing their lips together in a kiss that steadies and stabilizes the rush. Those words, too, split the film of disorienting energy and anchor him back in place, aware that he's let it pool so quickly that he's a little breathless from the potency. It doesn't feel like he needs much of Cy's power to replenish his own reserve of chakra, not to the extent he might need to drain from another shinobi. A ratio of greater proportion — not the one-to-one he had anticipated.
It's... intoxicating. It shouldn't be, and he has enough discipline to keep himself from being carried away, but in the end Sasuke pulls his hand off in an abrupt severance of that connection. The hand crackles with bright-blue, electric chakra — staticky arcs bridge fingertips, light jumping in the dim alcove where they've tucked themselves. Finally it cools and dissipates.]
Sorry. [He sounds dazed to his own ears.] I wasn't prepared for how it different it would feel with you. Was that too much?
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It's... intoxicating. It shouldn't be, and he has enough discipline to keep himself from being carried away, but in the end Sasuke pulls his hand off in an abrupt severance of that connection. The hand crackles with bright-blue, electric chakra — staticky arcs bridge fingertips, light jumping in the dim alcove where they've tucked themselves. Finally it cools and dissipates.]
Sorry. [He sounds dazed to his own ears.] I wasn't prepared for how it different it would feel with you. Was that too much?