[ it isn't until the whole of his body has gone the way of the fabric that Sasuke really feels it. somewhere between watching blue eyes watch him and feeling the world drop out form beneath him, the folding in of the fabric opens him up. mobile, the fabric of the blindfold curls up like a snake, and he winds himself around Naruto's forearm like a python.
heat pushes up his spine, down into his stomach. though he has none like this, the ozone of electricity sparks along the back of his tongue. Naruto's relief swells over him like one huge, warm wave—
everything else comes afterward.
the tremble from Sasuke's soul, something that isn't uncertainty but his own doubt. the damage that came with him from Orochimaru and had made resonation almost impossible for him when he'd first returned. it's so much smaller now than it used to be, that Sasuke can't (doesn't bother) containing his surprise through the connection.
the jagged edges of the witch in Naruto— but Sasuke knew it was there, and he doesn't shy away from it. ]
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heat pushes up his spine, down into his stomach. though he has none like this, the ozone of electricity sparks along the back of his tongue. Naruto's relief swells over him like one huge, warm wave—
everything else comes afterward.
the tremble from Sasuke's soul, something that isn't uncertainty but his own doubt. the damage that came with him from Orochimaru and had made resonation almost impossible for him when he'd first returned. it's so much smaller now than it used to be, that Sasuke can't (doesn't bother) containing his surprise through the connection.
the jagged edges of the witch in Naruto— but Sasuke knew it was there, and he doesn't shy away from it. ]