[Closed] The further I fall I'm beside you

[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion) and Deidara (transient_art)
When: Early evening, shortly after Deidara's arrival and this thread
Where: Up on a rooftop somewhere near the Outlander apartments
Format: Paragraph
What: A reunion between partners
Warnings: Angst, foul language, probable fisticuffs

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[transient_art]

Eight years, already making themselves known. Deidara narrowed his eyes, watching Sasori, studying the way he put down his weight, how he chose to speak and what kind of conversation he was building. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something was different, and it nagged at him, taunting him with its presence but not quite showing itself.

But-- But in truth, it went directly onto back burner as he saw what had been hidden under Sasori's cloak.

The shirt, much like Deidara's, revealed all too much to keep Sasori's secrets hidden. Frantic gaze twitched from one point of connection to another, shoulder, elbow, wrist, neck, stomach... Searching the hollow that should have been Sasori's middle, Deidara gave a breathy "Mhmn," and a step closer, invading Sasori's personal space without another thought. This was his Danna, and something-- no, obviously A LOT had happened to him. A lot that was completely in the dark for Deidara.

"...Your...body, uh..." he muttered, finally looking up and detecting a faint color on Sasori's cheeks. Uh, oh...

Deidara paused for a moment, taking the offered cloak and slipped it on absentmindedly, leaving the garment open and parted, slipping off his shoulders every now and then. The sleeves were almost the right length for him now, Sasori's cloak being just a little bit smaller than his own. The fabric was still warm, and he shivered against the sudden heat upon his skin.

Heat.

Calm broken, Deidara's lips twisted into a grimace, half mad, violent, but desperately confused. Explain! His hand shot up without thinking, grabbed Sasori's wrist and pulled him closer, finger poking the redhead's chest where there should have been a cylinder container embedded in Sasori's puppet body.

"What is this?!" Earlier conversations with Itachi and Naruto grating at the background, death, failure, depression, all merging into one screaming emotion of no name, shaking out of him with violent intensity. "What the hell happened to you? Never fucking mind my attire, I don't give a shit if someone sees a bit of skin! And the hell with Akatsuki. YOU, what happened to you?!"