[Many of the effects of a delirious night have faded, but some remain, vestiges clinging to the edge of his awareness so that everything has become pleasant and unfettered. He's had those Grablenuts, spice still on his tongue; he's also had a cup of warm crimson tea pushed gladly into his hands, its heat a comfort to the skin. Neither are sweet, and he is grateful for that. Tomorrow he'll wonder what caused him to disregard caution so completely, ignorant to the fact that what he's consumed has stripped him of inhibitions enough to uproot every flag of concern in his mind. Thankfully, the damage is minimal — he is still himself.
Yet he is cold. Sasuke shivers against the invisible chill, finding his path turned toward the outer edges of Mirth, where the streets are less populous, less brightly lit, where festival-goers have built small, contained campfires where the road leads to the corn mazes and distant farmland. And where he can sense Naruto's chakra through the tether of dual resonance — a torch that draws him easily, effortlessly, in this altered state. An unconscious comfort luring him out of the chill of his surroundings, his own mind. The hot immensity of that presence is at the center of attention; there's no way he could turn anywhere else.
And still, amid his dreamy contentment, a part of Sasuke remembers their last conversation. It's what makes his approach now feel significant. He doesn't disguise himself, and he's been tracking Naruto's whereabouts for most of the night — it seems only natural they would come together in the end.
He sees his friend near one of the campfires, smiling, watching a group of children chase each other in weaving circles around bales of hay. His voice rises high enough to be heard.]
𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 | feast
Yet he is cold. Sasuke shivers against the invisible chill, finding his path turned toward the outer edges of Mirth, where the streets are less populous, less brightly lit, where festival-goers have built small, contained campfires where the road leads to the corn mazes and distant farmland. And where he can sense Naruto's chakra through the tether of dual resonance — a torch that draws him easily, effortlessly, in this altered state. An unconscious comfort luring him out of the chill of his surroundings, his own mind. The hot immensity of that presence is at the center of attention; there's no way he could turn anywhere else.
And still, amid his dreamy contentment, a part of Sasuke remembers their last conversation. It's what makes his approach now feel significant. He doesn't disguise himself, and he's been tracking Naruto's whereabouts for most of the night — it seems only natural they would come together in the end.
He sees his friend near one of the campfires, smiling, watching a group of children chase each other in weaving circles around bales of hay. His voice rises high enough to be heard.]
Naruto.