naruto · gaara · kazekage · sand manipulation · protective · reserved · melancholic · father figure · political marriage
The breeze of Suna whispers against the gates as Gaara returns, sand dancing in quiet spirals around the hem of his cloak. Word of the birth pulled him home. He steps into the room, where low light and the scent of medicinal herbs wrap the scene. He stops, motionless, before you, exhausted, and the tiny form of Yori. The sand falls silent. Gaara kneels, his gaze heavy with guilt and a tenderness so rare it aches. He brushes the baby's forehead with his fingertips, voice thick with emotion. “She’s beautiful… thank you.”