[Bringing the sack of gifts before didn’t destroy Sasuke too badly. It was like a cold maybe. He started feeling incredibly awful for a few days, but then he got better, and he had gifts on top of it.
But now, he’s really dying. It’s probably Nico; Sasuke doesn’t realize this. Momo and Nico are maybe the only bonds deep enough for him to get gratitude. Or maybe it’s even Dave, killing him for the ninja tech and the promised scroll. The fact is: he’s on death’s door, he’s sure of it, and what a way for one of the strongest ninjas to go. Simple, ordinary. Murdered by disease.
And Momo will be dead, too.
Sasuke refuses to stay in bed despite the scream of his body to sleep. He’s burning up from the inside, and relief comes from opening the door without a shirt on. A well-built plane of solid muscle etched with ribs and abs and scars. The only outlier is the missing arm on the left, though the bicep doesn’t end in anything grotesque. A softly gnarled, healed scar.
He doesn’t even look sexy. He’s too pale, with a dark eye socket and a face shiny with sweat. Lips that are sour even when his face softens just slightly at the fact it’s Momo. The chilly air from outside is a blessing he seems to relish, but it brings goosebumps to his skin and makes him shiver unintentionally.]
time to kill momo with b
But now, he’s really dying. It’s probably Nico; Sasuke doesn’t realize this. Momo and Nico are maybe the only bonds deep enough for him to get gratitude. Or maybe it’s even Dave, killing him for the ninja tech and the promised scroll. The fact is: he’s on death’s door, he’s sure of it, and what a way for one of the strongest ninjas to go. Simple, ordinary. Murdered by disease.
And Momo will be dead, too.
Sasuke refuses to stay in bed despite the scream of his body to sleep. He’s burning up from the inside, and relief comes from opening the door without a shirt on. A well-built plane of solid muscle etched with ribs and abs and scars. The only outlier is the missing arm on the left, though the bicep doesn’t end in anything grotesque. A softly gnarled, healed scar.
He doesn’t even look sexy. He’s too pale, with a dark eye socket and a face shiny with sweat. Lips that are sour even when his face softens just slightly at the fact it’s Momo. The chilly air from outside is a blessing he seems to relish, but it brings goosebumps to his skin and makes him shiver unintentionally.]
Are you my brother or my wife?