Based on something a friend and I were talking about; she plays Sasori on an LJ RP, and I play Pride.
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Another branching vein of light, another crash and rumble.
"Pride?"
A beat, and then the lights flickered as the sky cracked again.
"Pride, it's okay."
A sigh; that wasn't enough.
A few moments passed. In suitably short order, Sasori had abandoned his other options, tenting blankets over his wingmods to present a sort of shelter for the homunculus.
In marionette theatre, words were meaningless when no motions were made.
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Dark was good. Not scary like white and blue and world-changing crackles all at once. Like quiet and away, and alone, but not, because Sasori was there, solid and real, and Pride huddled closer like he would disappear.
There was only one light, a soft yellow that made other places darker- behind Sasori's back, under Pride's hand, where the blankets lay on the bed. There was another loud noise, too. But there wasn't light- not like there had been before. Just a little bit, and the light of the one yellow beam.
He let go of Sasori's black robes and leaned over the flashlight, and looked. It was bright, and he blinked, backing away. Another rumble, this one further away. Pride crawled closer, and put his forehead against Sasori's shoulder. Sat in the divot of one folded leg. Curled his feet close and looked up; Sasori's hair was flattened under the blanket. Pride closed his eyes, and listened to the tiny, tiny noise of his heart.
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