#viperarum

[uzuroos]

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[uzuroos]

viperarum said: “If you are going to be like that–” He pulls back with a small scowl. He is really good at petulantly sitting back and ignoring the blond in favour of reading a book. Murmuring; “Calling me a loser. Tch.”

         That stupid book— actually all stupid books. It seemed             like it was a new one every time and the fact that it took             Sasuke’s attention made him oddly jealous. Not even paper             would beat him. So he immediately threw himself onto the             raven’s lap and hugged his waist, letting out a groan whilst             burying his face into the fabric of his shirt.                                “No— pay attention to me ‘ttebayo.”

[uzuttebayo-blog]

He slapped the hand that pinched him, and was ready to look back at the blond with as much annoyance as he could, but instead surprise coloured his features when Naruto all but /exploded/. "What..?" He frowned when he realised what Naruto assumed. "That's not it, loser! I can't stand it because--" he stopped himself in time, scowl deepening and turning his head away again. "Never mind, whatever. I don't even care."

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❝ Of course you don’t ! ❞he GRITTED out, pearly teeth sinkinginto quivering lips, trying to trap the bitter tears threatening to spill.

          A dull ache made its way into           his HEART as he saw Sasuke’s           retreating back.

Sasuke never ran away from anARGUMENT. Ever. He alwaysstayed to ensure that he won it. the raven to come back, to show an & usually he did. The blond wanted  an actual reaction. He didn’t take being DISMISSED well.

       ❝ You BASTARD ! Come back here !             I’m not done with you yet ! Just tell             me why the hell you can’t stand it !             Just tell me why FUCK you prefer             it when I’m miserable ! What is your

          damn problem !?  ❞

[uzuttebayo-blog]

"I am not /cute/. Shut up!" How aggravating. He did not usually reply to such easy jabs. But damn it, he /was/ jealous. Not because of the ramen, he couldn't care less about that. But he certainly cared that apparently there were people /admiring/ Naruto. He felt childish and selfish and just a little bit weirded out by how mad that made him. He had no claim over the blond. And yet...

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❝ Pfft, ! Could’a fooled me ❞  he grinned, giving the Uchiha a QUICK  pinch on the cheek. Oh, how he loved  getting Sasuke riled up. Riled up . . . 

             All amusement abandoned his             features as STEEL blue orbs              pierced midnight black ones.

Sasuke’s anger . . . he FINALLYput the pieces together. & the result he got made him terriblyfurious to put it lightly.

          ❝ I get it now, bastard. You were just so              used to being in the spotlight. So used to              having EVERYONE practically worshiping               the floor you walk on. & one time, just one                time someone actually gives a flying FUCK              about me & you just can’t stand it at all ,

                can you ? ❞

[azymus]

Viperarum? ^^

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viperarum

// screecHES TBH BECAUSE I LOVE WILL WITH ALL MY LITTLE HEART-- okay so i am pretty sure they were { on their old sasuke blog } the first sasuke i ever followed?? and they are such a sweetheart and encouraging like omg ??? but really- when i was starting out i was super nervous { especially with the same of my own muse } but they wanted to rp with me and i wanted to rp with them and this made me feel so accepted and comfortable. that i could rp with someone rping the same character as me and feel like we stood at mutual ground and could get along and i know this seems obvious but back then, that just meant the world and so much confidence so i really owe them a lot, on to their portrayal- their sasuke has always been an inspiration to me and someone i respect greatly because they also get him so well and im sort of picky with sasukes because if i see another one i want to make sure they love him and really try to understand him { not just take his base thoughts and try to rp him with those } with will i can really sense in their writing that they do this and see more than just the exterior character. 10/10 great sasuke, great person //

[uzuttebayo-blog]

"Definitely /not/." He answers abruptly, crossing his arms and turning his face away, huffing. He almost looked twelve again. "Just eating ramen is bad for you anyway."

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❝ Then why’d you ask, bastard !? ❞ he glared at the raven, NOT understanding hisstrange behavior.

❝ & don’t make that face. You     don’t look scary. You look     like a CUTE little kid I’d like

    to pinch !  ❞

[amarxnthxne]

viperarum:

Lithe arms wrap around him and a cheek rests over his heart. It might as well have been a defibrillator. But it helps. It really does. His breathing, though ragged, becomes easier, and he can actually close his eyes again. Not that it was very useful. Open or closed, everything was pitch black.

“’m sorry..” It is weird, how he never used to apologise for anything no matter how horrible it was and now.. Here he was, uttering these words as a result of a mere disturbance of sleep. Admittedly, those hours of sleep were more precious than anything else, but still.

Hesitantly, arms came up, enveloping her completely, keeping her safe.

She snuggles into his warmth, because she’s half asleep and in slumber the glass and barbed wire fade; the steel in her spine melts and in the dark she’s just a girl. In the place between dreams and waking she does not remember the miles of ground between them---the bridges burned, or the ground salted by bitterness and memory. She knows only the beating of his heart---the little things they’ve built together and the bigger ones they’ve learned to ignore. Tomorrow, perhaps, she will be cruel to him. Tomorrow she might cut him on her edges---might lash out and bruise him in ways that cannot be repaired with an apology. Tonight, she cannot locate her resentment. “It’s okay.” He never apologizes, and she never accepts, because this is how they’ve learned to endure the days. Perhaps she will never admit it in the light of day, but here, in the shadowed twilight, with the moon leaking brilliantly through a crack in their drapes, forgiveness is easy. The blonde sighs, and relaxes into the embrace as if she could sink beneath his skin and the cage of his ribs to nestle against his beating heart. “‘m right here. We’ll be okay.”

[amarxnthxne]

He feels as though he is suffocating. Like dust particles have expanded in his lungs and blocked the airways. He reaches over to the other side of the bed, but hesitates. Knuckles brush against a warm form there. He doesn't want to wake her. He knows she sleeps as poorly as he does, maybe even worse.. He doesn't know he wants to mess with that. But he feels like he might be dying, and that is a thing he /definitely/ can't do to her. He can't leave her behind. Alone. He wets his lips. "--Ino."

Sometimes his touch is like electricity when she sleeps—sometimes she wakes in terror, heart beating rabbit fast and limbs flexing in retreat against her will. Sometimes she cries herself to sleep after exhaustion has clawed so deeply into her bones that it is nearly a physical ache, and sometimes she has nightmares during which she utters not a sound. Tonight she sleeps without dreaming, though the sound of his voice wakes her enough that she rolls toward him—golden strands of hair twine around her slender neck like fingers eager to tighten, and in the twilight daze of sleep she greets him with uncharacteristic softness.“Mmm.”She mumbles, inhaling—her skeleton settles into place, and after a moment of puzzled self-inquiry, the blonde reaches for him with sleep in her voice and fatigue weighing down her limbs. The edge of her jaw tucks in; she rests her cheek against his heartbeat, and wraps an arm around his ribs—a tired cat draping itself over a companion.Her voice is thready as she murmurs—a ghost, or a memory of something like kindness buried in the dark of their little house.“It’s okay. ‘m here.”