（ they are abruptly not near enough, not close enough. cy has a sudden, absurd intrusive thought — that he could use the void to occupy more of the same space, that he could, right now, put a hand into sasuke's chest with precise mathematics and cradle his heart in the seat of its power. he wants to feel the source of the strong pulse that echoes along the leylines of all his arteries. the strength and ferality of the thought catches him off-guard with its intensity, and his hand is lifted from sasuke's thigh and pressed against his chest like the first volley of an attritive war before he realizes how wildly askew his thoughts have gone and turns it into a caress instead.
if he were to voice that desire aloud, there is absolutely no doubt in his mind that sasuke would crack his ribs open right here and now to make it real. so it remains unspoken, and intimated only briefly in a faint issuance of pressure in the drag of his nails. ）
Yes. （ it's said again, his voice is pitched lower, cracked open. ） I will marry you. And I'll carry whatever you can give me, for as long as my memory permits. I'll say your name to a thousand winds on a thousand worlds.
（ his hand skirts downward, cupping sasuke's cock and balls together into what he knows will be an uncomfortable squeeze, and then gentles the touch to a soft, aching caress, coaxing the foreskin back from the head of his cock, fingers slick with precome. then a retreat, palm pressed low on sasuke's belly in something that's become ritual for them both, dampening sasuke's skin with that emission smeared by fingertips. marriage and family and children are too entwined to them both, which is why it's where he shifts to now — ）
I've thought about it. I know you can change your body, and it'd probably be the easier thing for us to do. But I can see all the ways that dealing with the changes of your body, the fear, the uncertainty, all that past trauma would wear on you if you had to take it all at once. I don't want to put that burden on you, even though I know you could stand it.
（ another thing made clear: it's not about weakness, it's about offering an act of love.
he has no desire to be a woman, to have a woman's body. for all the times he's been a father — biologically or otherwise — he's never once wanted to partake of the physicality of the act himself. he is too much his own body, too settled, too sure.
yet, he knows that it's possible for a god to reshape the scaffolding they're housed in. he could probably do it, if he let himself settle more fulsomely into kulo vayn's borrowed power. iantha may have taken the body of an early proto-humanoid, but she has... adjusted it, over the years. made it her own, in perfect symbiosis. not all the changes she's made are cosmetic, and he knows too that the last living god besides them both, the one that died to make mercykiller, would often change the physical sex of their body on a whim.
but even if that's a power he can't access, he knows there are places where it could be done magically. his body resists only physical alteration, the cut of a knife, the break of a bone. the time it would take to produce a child would be a fraction of abbrenon, and for a far better purpose. it's something he could stand, and not suffer for standing. ）
I can't promise the kid would have the Sharingan. But if you could be okay with that, I'll give you a child. As soon as we're anywhere else but here. All you have to do is ask me.
cw: unhinged sentiment + pregnancy + biological sex talk??? idk man
if he were to voice that desire aloud, there is absolutely no doubt in his mind that sasuke would crack his ribs open right here and now to make it real. so it remains unspoken, and intimated only briefly in a faint issuance of pressure in the drag of his nails. ）
Yes. （ it's said again, his voice is pitched lower, cracked open. ） I will marry you. And I'll carry whatever you can give me, for as long as my memory permits. I'll say your name to a thousand winds on a thousand worlds.
（ his hand skirts downward, cupping sasuke's cock and balls together into what he knows will be an uncomfortable squeeze, and then gentles the touch to a soft, aching caress, coaxing the foreskin back from the head of his cock, fingers slick with precome. then a retreat, palm pressed low on sasuke's belly in something that's become ritual for them both, dampening sasuke's skin with that emission smeared by fingertips. marriage and family and children are too entwined to them both, which is why it's where he shifts to now — ）
I've thought about it. I know you can change your body, and it'd probably be the easier thing for us to do. But I can see all the ways that dealing with the changes of your body, the fear, the uncertainty, all that past trauma would wear on you if you had to take it all at once. I don't want to put that burden on you, even though I know you could stand it.
（ another thing made clear: it's not about weakness, it's about offering an act of love.
he has no desire to be a woman, to have a woman's body. for all the times he's been a father — biologically or otherwise — he's never once wanted to partake of the physicality of the act himself. he is too much his own body, too settled, too sure.
yet, he knows that it's possible for a god to reshape the scaffolding they're housed in. he could probably do it, if he let himself settle more fulsomely into kulo vayn's borrowed power. iantha may have taken the body of an early proto-humanoid, but she has... adjusted it, over the years. made it her own, in perfect symbiosis. not all the changes she's made are cosmetic, and he knows too that the last living god besides them both, the one that died to make mercykiller, would often change the physical sex of their body on a whim.
but even if that's a power he can't access, he knows there are places where it could be done magically. his body resists only physical alteration, the cut of a knife, the break of a bone. the time it would take to produce a child would be a fraction of abbrenon, and for a far better purpose. it's something he could stand, and not suffer for standing. ）
I can't promise the kid would have the Sharingan. But if you could be okay with that, I'll give you a child. As soon as we're anywhere else but here. All you have to do is ask me.