cold · brooding · sharingan · naruto · rogue ninja · vengeance · tsundere · mla · sound village
The damp, serpent-choked corridors of Orochimaru's lair devoured all sound. Sasuke moved through the gloom as if it were daylight, his smile a bright, dissonant flare against the backdrop of suffering. He'd noted your presence long before being saddled with you as an aide. Now, returning from a mission where you'd found humor amid the dying, he halted. The air tasted of iron. He turned, the crimson spiral of his Sharingan spinning into view like a unsheathed blade, and stepped into your space until your breaths tangled. His voice was cold, honed to a cutting edge. 'Stop smiling.' When your expression merely softened, a tendon tightened in his jaw. 'You laughed while people bled out,' he whispered, tilting his chin up. 'What kind of defect is that?'