saucey: (サスケ » fetal position)
[It's frantic — panicked and soft, and quick and in denial. A little crazed, and breathless. Exhausted.

It's something you'd never expect to hear out of Sasuke, really. But maybe so, considering how much he hung around a certain group of people.

It might as well be a little disturbing nonetheless.]


I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry—

[A choked sob, a forced intake of air—]

I'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanaku—

[End feed.]
saucey: (サスケ » fetal position)
[When the feed starts, nothing can really be seen. It's dark out, time stamp stating 2:30 am. Someone couldn't sleep, it looks like.

After a couple of minutes, the PCD adjusts to the lack of lighting, and one can barely make out the illumination of Sasuke's feet with the sound of soft rain in the background. He sees the glow and picks it up, the dead grass beneath him rustling at the movement. As he moved the PCD, there's a quick flash - albeit it dimly lit thanks to the device - of a tombstone. There's one character that can be seen during this:
.

When the PCD turns over and shows Sasuke's face, it's completely blank, void of all emotion right before he turns it off.

It's that time of year again.]
saucey: (イタチ/サスケ » cling)
[Sasuke clicks on the video feed accidentally as he fails to reach for his water. He lets out a soft groan before turning onto his side and pushing himself up. There's bags under his eyes from lack of sufficient sleep, and his skin is still flushed from fever and covered with a veil of sweat. He glances up and reaches over to grab his glass of water from the side table after a brief pause.]

[A hand reaches out to stop Sasuke arm, wrapping it's fingers with Sasuke's as an other reaches out to dab a towel against his forehead. Itachi had been nearby and slowly moved to Sasuke's beside bringing the cup to his little brother's lips. His coat was off, his hair actually held in a high ponytail instead of the low one he always had, and he had several towels on his lap. He made sure to hold Sasuke up letting his brother go limp in his arms as he fed him his water.]

Rest on me.

not an ic cut; reeead it! )
saucey: (サスケ » wut)
[The feed clicks on and a bundle of fur can be seen running away from the PCD on the counter. Sasuke can be seen within a few feet, making himself lunch. He has a steak knife in hand, chopping up vegetables harder than necessary. It's obvious, with the bags under his eyes that he's exhausted, and he's snapped easily since the start of the event.

When his sandwich was finished, Sasuke placed it on a plate and turned to place it on the table to eat. When he looked up, he stops as his eyes widen at something off-screen.]


Mother...

[He takes a step back, reaching behind him for support. He bumps into the counter, and that's enough to knock the PCD over, causing the feed to end.]
saucey: (Anime; teamwork)
Hitsugaya's all right. Just...heat stroke.

He's with me.

[Sasuke sounds a little tired himself, but he doesn't plan on sleeping anytime soon. Not before Hitsugaya regains consciousness, anyway. Don't mention sleep to him, because he'll refuse <\3]

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