[closed] and you see the things they never see

[lavenderglasses]

Characters: Saralegui and Sasuke
Location: Their apartment in Death City Heights
Rating: Probably PG-13?
Time: December 9th, around 3AM
Description: Sasuke has a nightmare, Sara tries to help, they're both awkward as all hell.

Comments

[hatedriven]

[Sasuke wasn't awake to hear Saralegui rise, nor did the sound of a door opening and footsteps rouse him from his slumber the way it should have. instead, he was in a fitful state of sleep. a crease in his sleeping brow as he lay half tucked on his side, facing away from the door.

it was the same as always, the nightmare- only different. the flickering images of his family being slaughtered before his eyes. splatters of blood across walls and floorboards, across his own hands. hands that when he looked up, he was faced with the twisted bodies of curses and failed experiments. orochimaru's unending grin that he staggered to get away from. the need to fight his way out, slipping on blood, trying to get away from what was chasing him. sometimes it was orochimaru, sometimes it was itachi. sometimes he wasn't sure who it was at all and was only aware of his heart pounding and the bodies he was tripping over to get away.]

[hatedriven]

You aren't the first night visitor I've ever had, Saralegui. Not everyone shows up just to wake you up.

[he says it without turning around, crossing his arms over the ledge of the window and pushing his head out into the night air.]

[lavenderglasses]

...You looked like you were scared.

[he's a bit more gentle in saying it, tactful enough to not sound mocking or condescending.]

[hatedriven]

[he picks up on that tone, and is almost confused by it. but really, it's that he showed fear at all that bothers him, even if coming out of that dream... he lifts one hand, rubbing the bridge of his nose and his eyes with a thumb and forefinger.]

What's your point?

[lavenderglasses]

My point is that it didn't look like something unimportant.

[he lets out a slow breath, exasperated, and scoots over to sit on the side of the bed closest to sasuke, hesitant to get any closer at the moment.]

[hatedriven]

Do you talk about your nightmares to everyone, Saralegui?

[he asks, and it comes out a little sharply. they're private, even if they're terrible. whether it's a fear of someone else or reflections on himself and might-be-truths that scare him.]

fml html fail D:

[lavenderglasses]

I can't even remember the last time I had a nightmare.

[he's a little defensive in saying it, but it's the truth. the dreams he has could hardly be counted as "nightmares".]

yeah way to go B|

[hatedriven]

[he's quiet for a long moment, still not turning around. at least breathing the night air has slowed his heart rate.]

I don't want to talk about it.

/sob

[lavenderglasses]

...I'm your partner.

[he says it after a few quiet moments, like that fact alone means something here and it's the most obvious thing in the world and why haven't you realized it already?]

[hatedriven]

[an extended silence, before Sasuke responds just as low:]

... I still don't want to talk about it.

[lavenderglasses]

[he stares at Sasuke's back for a few moments, like waiting would get a better response, before sighing and flopping back down on the bed.]

It's not as if I'd tell anyone...

[hatedriven]

No?

[he asks offhandedly, but he believes it, and it makes his brow crease. that wasn't a revelation he expected to have.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he only lifts his head slightly, not really having expected sasuke to pay any attention to him, and he sounds almost offended when he answers.]

Of course not. You wouldn't tell anyone something like that about me, after all.

[mostly because he knows sasuke just wouldn't care enough to talk about it, but still.]

[hatedriven]

[Sasuke simply isn't the kind of person to share his most personal experiences. even if they were terrifying, he doesn't think he'd open up about them. it's less to do with a fear of Saralegui spilling his secrets than the shinobi just being a private person.]

Hn.

[lavenderglasses]

[again, he stares for a few moments before heaving a sigh and dropping his head back down, and then pulling his legs up onto the bed and rolling onto his side.]

[hatedriven]

[he's quiet for a few moments, very aware of Saralegui still being in the room. now that his pulse had settled, Sasuke was trying to decide whether he wanted to lay down again or not. he shifts his weight, frowned softly over his shoulder.]

What are you doing?