"Flustered Noises"
WALK IN ON MY MUSE ( or don’t ). ll @leafmedic ll accepting !
SASORI. it’s not that [ quick steps, quiet breath ] have escaped one’s notice ; nor have [ faint perfume, bodyheat ] even across several feet. OBVIOUS is the slip of breath from softer lips, the hitch of it within her throat.for all intents && purposes, however, sasori remains unaware. the breadth of one’s shoulders is set calm for once, relaxed. honeyed silk his skin, crushed into scar tissue ( old, since before death && rebirth && the same again ) - soundless yet perfectly telling to any with the right kind of experience [ she should be such ]. deceptively soft ‘twixt two furled lines, scar && silk && scar again until both sink down into slender of waist // hips’ flare - disappear under towel’s simple folds.had she come any earlier, it might’ve been to the sound of INVITATION. alas.
he can pretend to be studying his nails all afternoon if it means she remains caught, gaping. there’s no need to check - whatever has brought her here stands ignored in favour of the sight he makes ( && it’s in an oddly detached fashion that he wonders what sight exactly that may be ). tut, tut. so easily distracted.
childish, perhaps. to cant hips && allow a hiss of ivory fabric as it loosens, clings — ultimately falls away ( in a glide t’ward gravity’s embrace ). copper tickles along one’s nape ‘till amber hues catch jade, follow the lines of her expression.perfectly flat is one’s voice when —
“ — haruno. ”
( this is almost fun. )
