īŧ old wounds, badly healed — but the scar tissue holds as he leans against sasuke, pressing a kiss below his navel before turning his head to nuzzle in close, wrapping both arms around him. īŧ
Yeah.
īŧ it's muffled slightly, by water and by the press of his cheek. he doesn't pull away to continue, just raises his voice a little so he knows he'll be heard over the water. īŧ
It's — I don't mind talking about it with you. It's not an imposition, or a burden when you ask. But most of the bad shit that's happened to me was millennia ago, you know? I've dealt with the messy stuff, up here, īŧ one hand extricates itself from about sasuke's hips and reaches to touch his own temple, tapping there lightly in indication of what he means. īŧ and it's hard to tell you these things when the only outcome is making you hurt. I know you can take it, that's — it's not that.
īŧ another soft kiss, this time pressed against one of sasuke's many bruises gained during their scene. īŧ
I don't want to keep things from you. But I also don't want to pour only stories of suffering into you until it drowns everything else. I've lived good lives, Sasuke. I've met good people. More good than bad. I've loved in a thousand languages. I've watched civilizations grow up out of the mud. I've taught people the fundamental language of the universe. I've seen sunrises in the most beautiful places, wild and remote, where no one has ever walked before me and no one will walk for a million years after. I've charted constellations across velvet-black skies until it felt like no corner of the universe was beyond my reach. I've held babies at their first breath and their elderly hands at their last.
īŧ sasuke is scratching idly at his scalp, and he closes his eyes against errant suds from the shampoo. luxuriating in the touch. īŧ
The good stories are the ones I want to share with you, not the awful shit. But I'll still tell you, if you ask. And if I don't, or can't, I'll tell you why.
[He's silent for a time after Cy finishes speaking. One-handed, the process of washing Cy's hair is more tedious, but thankfully there is not nearly as much of it, so the steps move a little quicker. It isn't like he has forgotten Cy's age, or the countless lives he's lived across a whole universe of worlds — but sometimes it is difficult for his own mind to grasp. He tries, but it seems like a paltry understanding when his own existence has been so — short, by comparison.]
I want to know everything about you, [is his eventual answer.] Who you are, what you've seen. Good and bad.
[It goes deeper than that basic desire, yet he cannot easily articulate those words. He doesn't know how. What he feels is beyond love, by now, and closer to obsession — or perhaps they are the same. Perhaps the love is the obsession. He has told Cy already about the features of his own clan and their tendency to experience intense emotion, and they've discussed what might happen if they were to be separated, but... rather than feel better prepared for that potential outcome, Sasuke worries he is going in the opposite direction. Because when he thinks of it, anxiety is like a fathomless drop underfoot. And it gets worse, not better.
Cy views their relationship as temporary by nature of his immortality, but — what if Sasuke can't accept that?
There's a slow breath, measured out, and then he reaches for one of Cy's hands to complete the seals that will change him back to his ordinary form. While he doesn't mind that feminine body, it still isn't what he prefers.]
īŧ the change is barely noticeable given his state of mind — sasuke is only himself, in either body, and features that are absent or gained between them are ultimately irrelevant to him. he presses another kiss against his abdomen, and then: īŧ
But can it be once we're out of the shower? I think I just want to be here with you for now.
īŧ a tug to sasuke's hand pulls him into cy's lap, and he reaches for the soap again so he can start cleaning him elsewhere than just hair alone. he is as gentle and tender here as he wasn't during their scene, and every little mark or blemish laid on his skin gets paid mind, the ritual slow but exacting, merciless only in its thoroughness.
sasuke reciprocates in turn — and once they're finished cy disinfects and bandages his little wounds, bundles him into a towel and carries him back to the bed, setting him briefly into the chair. he's given a little bento of fruit and veggies, neatly cut, and water on the nearby end table, painkillers to be taken once he's had some food. and as sasuke works his way through those instructions, cy changes the sheets and takes the ropes down from where he'd tied them. the implements they'd used get cleaned and put away, and when the room looks nearly as it did when they first entered, he collects sasuke into his arms and settles on the bed. the light in the room is low, and he feels — tired, in a way that rarely settles so deeply in his bones.
cy kisses at his damp hair, adjusting towels and blankets until they're skin-to-skin. one hand strokes idly down sasuke's spine, then back up to press his palm over the back of his neck like the collar they'd left in the bathroom. his other hand cradles the boy's cock and balls in a way that's entirely without sexual drive, just — holding a part of him so lately bruised.
[He just nods, and lets the shower continue that way until Cy picks him and carries him to the chair — where he eats from the bento with a knot in his throat, more touched than he dares to voice by this gesture, and before he finishes it off he presses a small cherry tomato to Cy's lips. Then they go to bed in a bundle of naked limbs, inseparably tangled. He slings one leg over both of Cy's, butting in against a strong shoulder, peering up through damp lashes at the face he's come to know so well, feeling warm in both places Cy touches.]
I know what dragons are, but not as a real or sentient animal — only jutsu.
[Myth, instead. Perhaps they existed once, but it was not while Sasuke was alive.]
īŧ love is the only reason sasuke doesn't get the most sarcastic answer alive, actually. īŧ
I think it's because people tend to look for things in the natural world that could resemble something supernatural, you know? If you've ever seen a river from far away, you might mistake it for a long, twisting snake. Or maybe a dragon.
īŧ he prefers creatures associated with water, by and large. the element is innate to him in a way little else feels to be. īŧ
But with these ones it was literal. They were sentient, but their style of communicating was like nothing I'd ever encountered. It was like... empathy, almost. They communicated with colour shifts in their scales, but... if you touched one, you could feel its emotions like a colour. Blue for water, for tranquillity. Yellow for warmth and joy. That sort of thing. The colours would bleed together to impart more complex emotions. But it wasn't... ah, it wasn't distinct. Their colours would change when encountering yours. Like sadness was a dull grey, like a bleak sea — but if you touched one of the little ones when it was happy, you'd borrow from each other. That's how their communities helped each other. If enough of them touched you, bad emotions would dilute until everyone carried just a little, and the burden was lessened.
They had these vast, underground caverns where they lived, but they'd come up on the land to sunbathe and play. They'd lay eggs in the sand, and they'd incubate for centuries until they hatched. I showed up during one of their seasonal beach vacations. The little ones just sort of came up and rubbed all over me — green was curiosity, by the way — and they tried to get me to play. The oldest dragon is called, ah... 'She Who Encircles The World As If It Were A Living Pearl', I think that's how it would translate. She's massive, couldn't even begin to fit on the beach, and she displaced enough water to raise the shoreline by fifteen, twenty meters. I'm not entirely sure that the tidal phases on that planet weren't just caused by her — we're talking miles, and miles long. But once she heard that there was some weird dude on two legs hanging out, she wanted to talk to me. She rested her head on the beach and sort of burrowed into it until I could see her eyes if I was standing. Her ability to communicate was more advanced than the younger ones. It was almost like talking.
īŧ he remembers the way her scales had glittered, flickering like something electric, colours he'd never seen before or since, that have no name he knows. how the sheer scale of her had seemed so alien. impossible. illogical. what did she eat to survive? and what the hell had she eaten to get to that size in the first place? then again, he doesn't need food or water or air to live either — so perhaps it's not so singular as all that. īŧ
I'd never met anyone older than me up until then, save the other gods. It was humbling. And every time I felt... any time I was scared, or overwhelmed, or hurt, or angry she'd just — rub against me, or lick me, or give me a nudge — I literally cannot overstate how massive she was, by the way, so this would've been hilarious to witness — until she'd blotted out what I was feeling with these mellow blues or soft yellows or pink or orange. Orange was love, you know?
īŧ he doesn't remember the name sasuke had given him, of the boy he'd loved. but he does remember the colour. īŧ
She's still alive, Pearl. I go back every once in a while. I got to see one of their broods hatch, all these tiny, newborn dragons aglow with one of two emotions: hunger or play. I'd play music for them on the beach and they'd turn into a glittering fuchsia wave as they listened, rapt. They had music too, but it was different. Underwater, sounds like singing. They'd pick their caverns based on how much they liked the acoustics.
īŧ there's a bit of a laugh, then: īŧ
Pearl let me ride her exactly once. It barely felt like moving — she told me I felt like some sort of sea louse squirming around on her back, which is almost the worst thing I've ever been called. It's one of the only worlds I've been to where there's no war, no conflict that isn't just animals needing to eat. It's another place I'd love to take you one day.
[He's attentive as he listens — completely entranced, Cy's words playing out clear and distinct pictures in his mind, dragons of various sizes formed of water with colorful scales. Pink and blue and yellow and orange. He can hardly stretch his own imagination so far, but the empathetic element fascinates him to a degree that he wonders how it would feel, what it would be like to interact with, how the dragons learn the complexity of such emotion over time... And Pearl, of course, in her immense antiquity. That captivates him to an indescribable measure.
By the end of it Sasuke is half-sitting upright on his bent elbow, expression open, rapt with an almost childlike wonder that shows his age more than the typical frowns and furrowed brows.]
They sound incredible. [Low, awed.] I'd be honored to meet them.
[If he could see all of the places, meet all of the people Cy has known who still live — it might be enough.]
Orange was love... [Of course, his mind drifts to Naruto. He can't help it.] Then what was red?
Jellyfish. There was this school of red jellyfish that would sting them defensively if the little ones got too close, so they learned early to avoid them. The first time I tried to go into the water they crowded around me and turned red, trying to warn me. I'm pretty sure they looked at me the way humans see dogs, honestly.
īŧ 'our canine child with opposable thumbs cannot be left on his own because he will eat chocolate and run into traffic' vibes, tbqh. īŧ
Black was... tired, night, a different sort of calm than blue. It was more like the deepest part of the ocean, where no light penetrates. The calm of something empty, but not lonely.
īŧ the only emotion that wasn't distinct, wasn't clearly etched out was hatred. hatred was a kaleidoscope, and none of them but pearl knew what it was. she'd asked him not to share that emotion with the little ones, and so he hadn't. but he did wonder, then, why she'd come to learn it once upon a time. īŧ
[The young, awed look on his face dims to something softer, and Cy's remark about the dogs coaxes a huff of laughter.]
That's cute. I suppose they still had the best intentions in mind, even if they might view us differently. More limited in the way we communicate.
[Sasuke props his chin on his hand, braced in that half-raised position.]
Sometimes I thought I've felt that before, during battle... another person's emotions. But, I think it was only my own, projected back to me. [He hums, thoughtful. 'Empty but not lonely' — it's a sentiment he finds hard to envision, perhaps because he's never felt one without the other.] You're more of a cat than a dog.
īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
[He goes along with it, tipping onto his back and splaying his legs to cradle the warm weight of Cy's body between them, awash in the easy affection and intimacy of the conversation. There is no tomorrow, no yesterday — he is singularly focused on this moment. The adoring way he looks at Cy attests to it, a soft openness he has gone most of his life unable to express.]
Then I've seen my reflection twice. [In his opponents and in his blade.] Only one left.
[It's not hard to ignore the places where he's sore and aching when Cy is in front of him. That touch sweeps damp hair off his brow, revealing both eyes, one dark and one pale.]
... Orange. [He has to think back to the ones Cy had mentioned, mouth twitching playfully.] Yellow. Blue, perhaps some red. [His right hand lifts, settling at the back of Cy's neck.] Hm. I feel purple, but I don't know what that one means.
but it's true, that even with the strenuous taxation of the scene that it hasn't dimmed his desire. it isn't even lust, really, it's just the desire to be playful and close, to exist in the warmth and intimacy and love of casual nudity and touch. īŧ
No — purple was somewhere between the tranquillity of blue and the passion of red. Contentment. Safety. Belonging.
īŧ he nuzzles at sasuke's jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the pale column of his throat. which reminds him, actually — īŧ
Do you feel like you're ready to wear a day collar? One of the subtle ones, so no one would necessarily know what it signified unless you told them.
[He scoffs — an effect lost by the smile Cy manages to pull out of him with that joke. Smiles come easier around this man.]
I would've believed the first one if you hadn't told me. [The nuzzling coaxes him to lift his chin, supplying Cy's lips better access to his throat.] The day collar is like jewelry, isn't it?
[At least, as he understands; he hasn't seen too many with his own eyes beyond a few shop displays. A shift of legs draws them a little more snug around Cy's hips.]
... I'd consider it. I don't think it's something that makes sense concealing at this point — our relationship. Though, I wouldn't feel comfortable announcing it to a stranger. [Cy already knows his tendency toward modesty in that realm.] Do you want me to?
( he braces one arm beside sasuke's head so he can look at him properly. mismatched eyes so beautiful in the low light, expression soft. sasuke is rarely guarded around him now — another gift. )
Yes. ( it's quiet, but earnest. ) I'd love to see a symbol of our bond any time I looked at you. But only if you were comfortable with it, only if you wanted it.
[A little shy, his gaze slides away, though it comes back — studying Cy through a screen of lashes. Don't read his thoughts and perceive his engagement plans.]
I'd like that too. What sort of day collar would you pick out? I don't know much about them, or how they would look.
[But if it feels anything like wearing the collar for Cy, then he knows it will be worth it.]
īŧ one finger traces the line of sasuke's collarbone from his shoulder towards his midline, dipping in against the suprasternal notch. īŧ
Normal ones sit about here. They usually have a little circle or something that's a callback to a collar, but frankly I don't care about what's 'standard' — we could design our own thing if we wanted, or create some new tradition. But purple looks good on you, so I'd probably go with something in that tone range.
A circle like the ring on a collar. I wouldn't be against something like that, unless we came up with another idea.
[His hand strays across one of Cy's shoulders, feeling the shape of muscle, the warmth of skin under his palm.]
So, you own me. [A callback to the tail-end of the scene — but maybe he does genuinely want to believe it, tipping his chin up.] Purple is good. It would match the other one.
No, it's — a lot of specialized professions require a certain sort of schooling back on Earth. When you become an engineer in Canada, part of your graduation is getting an iron ring. It's meant to remind you about the ethos of being an engineer. The first rings were made from the remains of a bridge collapse that killed almost a hundred people.
īŧ so perhaps sasuke can understand why that's something that would resonate with him on a deeply personal level, beyond his own proclivity towards mathematics and architecture and engineering. a reminder to do your work well, to safeguard lives — little wonder he misses it. īŧ
I don't know if I care about getting it back specifically, but I could always make one. I'm sure there's iron here, you can make a, ah... shit, what are they called... a foundry, out of just about anything. Fire extinguisher would work. Actually, you could probably melt a chunk down — do you know how hot your fire can get? Iron melts at 1538 degrees Celsius.
[He watches as Cy's mind begins to work through the problem, a brilliance whose shine has not diminished even across countless years — and his own expression is soft, distracted from the question. He blinks and takes a moment to fix his thoughts back.
When you're too busy admiring your boyfriend to pay attention —]
Ah, my normal katon might work, if it's hot enough. I do have a technique more powerful than that... it's called Amaterasu. Black flames. But — there's a possibility it will melt too fast. It doesn't leave much behind.
[yeah I can vaporize stuff with my magic eyeballs??]
I don't know the exact temperature. I've heard it described to be as hot as the surface of the sun, but it could be an exaggeration. How much is that?
īŧ right, sometimes he forgets that your entire life has been head empty only murder. cy makes a speculative sound, and then: īŧ
So, ah... fire can burn at different intensities. Blue's the hottest, then white, yellow, orange, red. Earth's sun, for instance, is classified as yellow — but human eyes perceive it as being white from space and yellow through our atmosphere due to diffusion even though it's actually at the highest end of the 'green' spectrum. Eyeball biology thing. Actually, do you know if your visual acuity allows you to see more colours than a normal person?
īŧ yes he is abruptly sidetracked by this. he may not be a biology nerd, but he's certainly a science nerd and that classifies, so. īŧ
— Ah, anyway. Depending on the colour your sun looks through the atmosphere of your planet, you can ballpark the temperature range. Blue would be around forty thousand Celsius. Red would be around three thousand. Either way, hot enough to melt iron.
I don't know if I see more, but... it does allow me to visualize a person's chakra as color. Though that ability has been almost useless since coming to these dimensions. [He can still sense foreign power, just with less clarity.] My sun is yellow.
[He tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Sometimes orange, though. And a deep red when it's close to the horizon. It changes. Is the temperature changing too?
īŧ you will be quizzed appropriately at a later date. probably: there will be a spanking. 'name all the colours a star can emit' and sasuke's gonna hit him with chartreuse or something, lordy. īŧ
Does my energy have a colour to you?
īŧ additional sidequest of curiosity tho. then, more seriously — īŧ
And ah, well. The temperature's a constant — though suns do cool over time, it takes billions of years depending on the size of the star, and how much fuel it has to consume. It wouldn't be a fluctuation that would happen within a day-night cycle — but when the sun's setting or rising, the light has to travel through more of the atmosphere before it reaches your vision than it does when it's directly overhead. You're not wrong that it appears visually different, though.
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Date: 2024-07-18 11:57 pm (UTC)Yeah.
īŧ it's muffled slightly, by water and by the press of his cheek. he doesn't pull away to continue, just raises his voice a little so he knows he'll be heard over the water. īŧ
It's — I don't mind talking about it with you. It's not an imposition, or a burden when you ask. But most of the bad shit that's happened to me was millennia ago, you know? I've dealt with the messy stuff, up here, īŧ one hand extricates itself from about sasuke's hips and reaches to touch his own temple, tapping there lightly in indication of what he means. īŧ and it's hard to tell you these things when the only outcome is making you hurt. I know you can take it, that's — it's not that.
īŧ another soft kiss, this time pressed against one of sasuke's many bruises gained during their scene. īŧ
I don't want to keep things from you. But I also don't want to pour only stories of suffering into you until it drowns everything else. I've lived good lives, Sasuke. I've met good people. More good than bad. I've loved in a thousand languages. I've watched civilizations grow up out of the mud. I've taught people the fundamental language of the universe. I've seen sunrises in the most beautiful places, wild and remote, where no one has ever walked before me and no one will walk for a million years after. I've charted constellations across velvet-black skies until it felt like no corner of the universe was beyond my reach. I've held babies at their first breath and their elderly hands at their last.
īŧ sasuke is scratching idly at his scalp, and he closes his eyes against errant suds from the shampoo. luxuriating in the touch. īŧ
The good stories are the ones I want to share with you, not the awful shit. But I'll still tell you, if you ask. And if I don't, or can't, I'll tell you why.
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Date: 2024-07-19 12:24 am (UTC)I want to know everything about you, [is his eventual answer.] Who you are, what you've seen. Good and bad.
[It goes deeper than that basic desire, yet he cannot easily articulate those words. He doesn't know how. What he feels is beyond love, by now, and closer to obsession — or perhaps they are the same. Perhaps the love is the obsession. He has told Cy already about the features of his own clan and their tendency to experience intense emotion, and they've discussed what might happen if they were to be separated, but... rather than feel better prepared for that potential outcome, Sasuke worries he is going in the opposite direction. Because when he thinks of it, anxiety is like a fathomless drop underfoot. And it gets worse, not better.
Cy views their relationship as temporary by nature of his immortality, but — what if Sasuke can't accept that?
There's a slow breath, measured out, and then he reaches for one of Cy's hands to complete the seals that will change him back to his ordinary form. While he doesn't mind that feminine body, it still isn't what he prefers.]
But if you want to, tell me a good story now.
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Date: 2024-07-19 01:26 am (UTC)īŧ the change is barely noticeable given his state of mind — sasuke is only himself, in either body, and features that are absent or gained between them are ultimately irrelevant to him. he presses another kiss against his abdomen, and then: īŧ
But can it be once we're out of the shower? I think I just want to be here with you for now.
īŧ a tug to sasuke's hand pulls him into cy's lap, and he reaches for the soap again so he can start cleaning him elsewhere than just hair alone. he is as gentle and tender here as he wasn't during their scene, and every little mark or blemish laid on his skin gets paid mind, the ritual slow but exacting, merciless only in its thoroughness.
sasuke reciprocates in turn — and once they're finished cy disinfects and bandages his little wounds, bundles him into a towel and carries him back to the bed, setting him briefly into the chair. he's given a little bento of fruit and veggies, neatly cut, and water on the nearby end table, painkillers to be taken once he's had some food. and as sasuke works his way through those instructions, cy changes the sheets and takes the ropes down from where he'd tied them. the implements they'd used get cleaned and put away, and when the room looks nearly as it did when they first entered, he collects sasuke into his arms and settles on the bed. the light in the room is low, and he feels — tired, in a way that rarely settles so deeply in his bones.
cy kisses at his damp hair, adjusting towels and blankets until they're skin-to-skin. one hand strokes idly down sasuke's spine, then back up to press his palm over the back of his neck like the collar they'd left in the bathroom. his other hand cradles the boy's cock and balls in a way that's entirely without sexual drive, just — holding a part of him so lately bruised.
then: īŧ
Do you have water dragons in your world?
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Date: 2024-07-19 01:45 am (UTC)I know what dragons are, but not as a real or sentient animal — only jutsu.
[Myth, instead. Perhaps they existed once, but it was not while Sasuke was alive.]
Why are they called water dragons?
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Date: 2024-07-19 02:39 am (UTC)I think it's because people tend to look for things in the natural world that could resemble something supernatural, you know? If you've ever seen a river from far away, you might mistake it for a long, twisting snake. Or maybe a dragon.
īŧ he prefers creatures associated with water, by and large. the element is innate to him in a way little else feels to be. īŧ
But with these ones it was literal. They were sentient, but their style of communicating was like nothing I'd ever encountered. It was like... empathy, almost. They communicated with colour shifts in their scales, but... if you touched one, you could feel its emotions like a colour. Blue for water, for tranquillity. Yellow for warmth and joy. That sort of thing. The colours would bleed together to impart more complex emotions. But it wasn't... ah, it wasn't distinct. Their colours would change when encountering yours. Like sadness was a dull grey, like a bleak sea — but if you touched one of the little ones when it was happy, you'd borrow from each other. That's how their communities helped each other. If enough of them touched you, bad emotions would dilute until everyone carried just a little, and the burden was lessened.
They had these vast, underground caverns where they lived, but they'd come up on the land to sunbathe and play. They'd lay eggs in the sand, and they'd incubate for centuries until they hatched. I showed up during one of their seasonal beach vacations. The little ones just sort of came up and rubbed all over me — green was curiosity, by the way — and they tried to get me to play. The oldest dragon is called, ah... 'She Who Encircles The World As If It Were A Living Pearl', I think that's how it would translate. She's massive, couldn't even begin to fit on the beach, and she displaced enough water to raise the shoreline by fifteen, twenty meters. I'm not entirely sure that the tidal phases on that planet weren't just caused by her — we're talking miles, and miles long. But once she heard that there was some weird dude on two legs hanging out, she wanted to talk to me. She rested her head on the beach and sort of burrowed into it until I could see her eyes if I was standing. Her ability to communicate was more advanced than the younger ones. It was almost like talking.
īŧ he remembers the way her scales had glittered, flickering like something electric, colours he'd never seen before or since, that have no name he knows. how the sheer scale of her had seemed so alien. impossible. illogical. what did she eat to survive? and what the hell had she eaten to get to that size in the first place? then again, he doesn't need food or water or air to live either — so perhaps it's not so singular as all that. īŧ
I'd never met anyone older than me up until then, save the other gods. It was humbling. And every time I felt... any time I was scared, or overwhelmed, or hurt, or angry she'd just — rub against me, or lick me, or give me a nudge — I literally cannot overstate how massive she was, by the way, so this would've been hilarious to witness — until she'd blotted out what I was feeling with these mellow blues or soft yellows or pink or orange. Orange was love, you know?
īŧ he doesn't remember the name sasuke had given him, of the boy he'd loved. but he does remember the colour. īŧ
She's still alive, Pearl. I go back every once in a while. I got to see one of their broods hatch, all these tiny, newborn dragons aglow with one of two emotions: hunger or play. I'd play music for them on the beach and they'd turn into a glittering fuchsia wave as they listened, rapt. They had music too, but it was different. Underwater, sounds like singing. They'd pick their caverns based on how much they liked the acoustics.
īŧ there's a bit of a laugh, then: īŧ
Pearl let me ride her exactly once. It barely felt like moving — she told me I felt like some sort of sea louse squirming around on her back, which is almost the worst thing I've ever been called. It's one of the only worlds I've been to where there's no war, no conflict that isn't just animals needing to eat. It's another place I'd love to take you one day.
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Date: 2024-07-19 03:00 am (UTC)By the end of it Sasuke is half-sitting upright on his bent elbow, expression open, rapt with an almost childlike wonder that shows his age more than the typical frowns and furrowed brows.]
They sound incredible. [Low, awed.] I'd be honored to meet them.
[If he could see all of the places, meet all of the people Cy has known who still live — it might be enough.]
Orange was love... [Of course, his mind drifts to Naruto. He can't help it.] Then what was red?
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Date: 2024-07-19 03:25 am (UTC)īŧ a pause. then: īŧ
Jellyfish. There was this school of red jellyfish that would sting them defensively if the little ones got too close, so they learned early to avoid them. The first time I tried to go into the water they crowded around me and turned red, trying to warn me. I'm pretty sure they looked at me the way humans see dogs, honestly.
īŧ 'our canine child with opposable thumbs cannot be left on his own because he will eat chocolate and run into traffic' vibes, tbqh. īŧ
Black was... tired, night, a different sort of calm than blue. It was more like the deepest part of the ocean, where no light penetrates. The calm of something empty, but not lonely.
īŧ the only emotion that wasn't distinct, wasn't clearly etched out was hatred. hatred was a kaleidoscope, and none of them but pearl knew what it was. she'd asked him not to share that emotion with the little ones, and so he hadn't. but he did wonder, then, why she'd come to learn it once upon a time. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:01 am (UTC)That's cute. I suppose they still had the best intentions in mind, even if they might view us differently. More limited in the way we communicate.
[Sasuke props his chin on his hand, braced in that half-raised position.]
Sometimes I thought I've felt that before, during battle... another person's emotions. But, I think it was only my own, projected back to me. [He hums, thoughtful. 'Empty but not lonely' — it's a sentiment he finds hard to envision, perhaps because he's never felt one without the other.] You're more of a cat than a dog.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:13 am (UTC)īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
What do you think I'm feeling?
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:28 am (UTC)Then I've seen my reflection twice. [In his opponents and in his blade.] Only one left.
[It's not hard to ignore the places where he's sore and aching when Cy is in front of him. That touch sweeps damp hair off his brow, revealing both eyes, one dark and one pale.]
... Orange. [He has to think back to the ones Cy had mentioned, mouth twitching playfully.] Yellow. Blue, perhaps some red. [His right hand lifts, settling at the back of Cy's neck.] Hm. I feel purple, but I don't know what that one means.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:36 am (UTC)īŧ 'duh'.
but it's true, that even with the strenuous taxation of the scene that it hasn't dimmed his desire. it isn't even lust, really, it's just the desire to be playful and close, to exist in the warmth and intimacy and love of casual nudity and touch. īŧ
No — purple was somewhere between the tranquillity of blue and the passion of red. Contentment. Safety. Belonging.
īŧ he nuzzles at sasuke's jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the pale column of his throat. which reminds him, actually — īŧ
Do you feel like you're ready to wear a day collar? One of the subtle ones, so no one would necessarily know what it signified unless you told them.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:49 am (UTC)I would've believed the first one if you hadn't told me. [The nuzzling coaxes him to lift his chin, supplying Cy's lips better access to his throat.] The day collar is like jewelry, isn't it?
[At least, as he understands; he hasn't seen too many with his own eyes beyond a few shop displays. A shift of legs draws them a little more snug around Cy's hips.]
... I'd consider it. I don't think it's something that makes sense concealing at this point — our relationship. Though, I wouldn't feel comfortable announcing it to a stranger. [Cy already knows his tendency toward modesty in that realm.] Do you want me to?
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:55 am (UTC)Yes. ( it's quiet, but earnest. ) I'd love to see a symbol of our bond any time I looked at you. But only if you were comfortable with it, only if you wanted it.
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Date: 2024-07-19 05:03 am (UTC)I'd like that too. What sort of day collar would you pick out? I don't know much about them, or how they would look.
[But if it feels anything like wearing the collar for Cy, then he knows it will be worth it.]
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Date: 2024-07-19 06:16 pm (UTC)īŧ one finger traces the line of sasuke's collarbone from his shoulder towards his midline, dipping in against the suprasternal notch. īŧ
Normal ones sit about here. They usually have a little circle or something that's a callback to a collar, but frankly I don't care about what's 'standard' — we could design our own thing if we wanted, or create some new tradition. But purple looks good on you, so I'd probably go with something in that tone range.
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Date: 2024-07-19 06:59 pm (UTC)[His hand strays across one of Cy's shoulders, feeling the shape of muscle, the warmth of skin under his palm.]
So, you own me. [A callback to the tail-end of the scene — but maybe he does genuinely want to believe it, tipping his chin up.] Purple is good. It would match the other one.
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Date: 2024-07-19 11:46 pm (UTC)If I had my engineering ring, I'd just put that on a necklace for you. It's one of the only things I had from Earth that mattered to me.
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Date: 2024-07-19 11:50 pm (UTC)[Obviously, if it was important to Cy — then it's important to Sasuke.]
You might be able to ask for it back. Occasionally there are opportunities.
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Date: 2024-07-20 12:06 am (UTC)īŧ so perhaps sasuke can understand why that's something that would resonate with him on a deeply personal level, beyond his own proclivity towards mathematics and architecture and engineering. a reminder to do your work well, to safeguard lives — little wonder he misses it. īŧ
I don't know if I care about getting it back specifically, but I could always make one. I'm sure there's iron here, you can make a, ah... shit, what are they called... a foundry, out of just about anything. Fire extinguisher would work. Actually, you could probably melt a chunk down — do you know how hot your fire can get? Iron melts at 1538 degrees Celsius.
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:08 am (UTC)When you're too busy admiring your boyfriend to pay attention —]
Ah, my normal katon might work, if it's hot enough. I do have a technique more powerful than that... it's called Amaterasu. Black flames. But — there's a possibility it will melt too fast. It doesn't leave much behind.
[yeah I can vaporize stuff with my magic eyeballs??]
I don't know the exact temperature. I've heard it described to be as hot as the surface of the sun, but it could be an exaggeration. How much is that?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:10 am (UTC)Uh, depends. What colour is the sun on your planet?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:11 am (UTC)Are there different colors?
[He didn't know math, why do you think he'd know this?]
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:27 am (UTC)So, ah... fire can burn at different intensities. Blue's the hottest, then white, yellow, orange, red. Earth's sun, for instance, is classified as yellow — but human eyes perceive it as being white from space and yellow through our atmosphere due to diffusion even though it's actually at the highest end of the 'green' spectrum. Eyeball biology thing. Actually, do you know if your visual acuity allows you to see more colours than a normal person?
īŧ yes he is abruptly sidetracked by this. he may not be a biology nerd, but he's certainly a science nerd and that classifies, so. īŧ
— Ah, anyway. Depending on the colour your sun looks through the atmosphere of your planet, you can ballpark the temperature range. Blue would be around forty thousand Celsius. Red would be around three thousand. Either way, hot enough to melt iron.
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:35 am (UTC)I don't know if I see more, but... it does allow me to visualize a person's chakra as color. Though that ability has been almost useless since coming to these dimensions. [He can still sense foreign power, just with less clarity.] My sun is yellow.
[He tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Sometimes orange, though. And a deep red when it's close to the horizon. It changes. Is the temperature changing too?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:48 am (UTC)Does my energy have a colour to you?
īŧ additional sidequest of curiosity tho. then, more seriously — īŧ
And ah, well. The temperature's a constant — though suns do cool over time, it takes billions of years depending on the size of the star, and how much fuel it has to consume. It wouldn't be a fluctuation that would happen within a day-night cycle — but when the sun's setting or rising, the light has to travel through more of the atmosphere before it reaches your vision than it does when it's directly overhead. You're not wrong that it appears visually different, though.
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