"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.”Put. The. Weapon. Down.”
He could feel his breath heaving through his lungs, and his nose was only picking up the scent of blood. It burned. He remembered he used to relish in such a scent, and that he took a sadistic joy in it, and did not care if Shukaku’s laughter filled his mind.But now, now it just made his head ache and his stomach twist. Shukaku had begun to settle, but he should have known that the full moon outside would effect him in a place like this. He - he hoped - he had not harmed anyone else outside of the mission requirements but his sand was still very wild, and he could feel his stomach trying to go against him.
It was the blond’s voice that began to bring him back to reality. He had not lost it entirely, but he was close. He had both his limbs, but he could fee the end of his gourd trying to take the shape of Shukaku’s tail - and he could feel a blade in his hand - was that the weapon Naruto spoke of? It had to be. Naruto would know that he could not simply put down his sand. it did what it wanted most of the time, even if Gaara knew he could control it much better than he was able to, before.
”Uzumaki… Naruto…” Gaara whispered to himself as he began to lift his head, instinctively forcing his hand to let go. Any sound of the blade falling was ended as his sand grabbed it, easily slipping it back into his weapons’ pouch. His fingers then dug into his palms as he tried to bring his focus out of its fuzz, his gaze flickering around to try and take in everything, but the second that he landed on the blond clad in orange, and those whiskered cheeks his attention was captivated.
Carefully the younger would rise to his feet, willing his sand to crash down against the earth or go back into his gourd. His sand armour then got the opportunity to try and absorb the blood that was on his face, including the bit that was dripping from his nose. Is ‘team mates’ probably either scurried off, afraid of the beast that could wake. He had managed to keep him in check, and himself — it had been one of the easier times, but to be blacking out… It was terrifying more than he originally thought it was.
Wishing for a distraction of sorts, he looked over at Naruto with disarray. “Why is it you’re here…?” had he done something? Most likely, but he hoped that Naruto was not there to try and stop him, that maybe was just worried that Gaara was actually holding a weapon. Without really thinking about it the redhead looked down at his wrists, as if expecting his automatic defense to tell him if he had been trying something he had not attempted since he was a child - even if the likelihood of that was next to zero.