Who: Sasori (
eternalscorpion) and Deidara (
transient_art)
When: Early evening, shortly after Deidara's arrival and
this threadWhere: 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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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 ( ... )
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Sasori's reaction was automatic; his face flushed brilliantly and he twisted his wrist from Deidara's grasp, shoving his partner back to give him a bit of space. It was either that, or let the facade crumble and pull Deidara closer, and he couldn't...he just couldn't.
"Isn't it obvious, you damned idiot?" Sasori snapped, more unsettled by Deidara's recent proximity than his agitation. "I'm human again."
No, this wasn't good at all. At least one of them had to remain calm. He took a breath to steady himself before starting again, keeping his eyes firmly turned away.
"Kannagara. It happened there. The so-called gods in that place liked to toy with us, and as a birthday present they decided to undo my life's work. I'd expected it to be temporary, but I've been trapped like this ever since my arrival here ( ... )
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Yeah, if only it would be that simple.
His resolve stuttered at the color upon Sasori's cheeks, it made a hesitant pause at the mention of the humanity of Sasori's current body, and it came to a creaking halt at the obvious signs of Sasori collecting himself.
Deidara was confused. And he let the momentum carry him few steps backward, the cloak hanging loose from one shoulder, staring at his master.
Human again?
Just like that?
"That doesn't make much sense, you know, hmn," he said quietly, wondering if his death had changed something significant. What a performer, a part-time narcissist, wouldn't have wanted his own death to be a ( ... )
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