you had the face of a saint in the cathedral | a Rogan fanmix
01. I lost you in a moment, you caught me in a dream, but if we can see the end, then we can start a new beginning / 02. suddenly I think I feel slightly religious / 03. that magic that we got, nobody can touch / 04. I could love you so I don’t know why I’m holding back now when everything’s right / 05. I will pray so the castle that we’ve built won’t cave / 06. I am in love with what we are, not what we should be / 07. honey can’t you see, I was born to be, be your dead sea / 08. I’m like a movie, you’re like the news, I’m still the one that’s in love with you / 09. all that you are is all that I’ll ever need / 10. now I’ve gotta love your love letters, written on my skin / 11. my girl, linen and curls, lips parting like a flag all unfurled, she’s grand, the bend of her hand / 12. nobody does it better, though sometimes I wish someone could, nobody does it quite the way you do, why’d you have to be so good? / 13. if I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away / 14. all those words came undone and now I’m not the only one, facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns / 15. so I guess I’m gonna let you go, but you get to keep a little bit of my soul
She wakes to the sound of hushed whispers and the rustling of clothes. Eyes blinking blearily, Sakura takes in the sight of a tall, cloak-adorned form gazing down into the cradle positioned all but a few feet away from her bed, murmuring too-soft words. Stifling a yawn, she smiles and makes to acknowledge her husband’s presence, only to stiffen as she spots the latter sleeping soundly in a chair to her right.
A cold dread creeps into her gut, panic gripping her momentarily, and in two quick moves, she’s pushed herself off the bed and armed herself with her husband’s chokuto, voice hard as she growls to the stranger, “Step away from that cradle right now.”
The man doesn’t move, seemingly unperturbed. “She’s beautiful,” he murmurs instead, peering down at the newborn child. “Dark hair and dark eyes, just like her father… but still the spitting image of her mother.”
“I’ll say it one more time,” Sakura warns, her tone quickly growing dangerous, “step away from my daughter right now, you–”
The man turns, then, smiling, and her breath catches in her throat, chokuto slipping out of her slackened grip.
“You–you’re supposed to be–”
The smile to his lips only grows, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. “Oh, I am,” he says softly.
He looked over to the opening of the tent, mouth parting at the sight of Sakura, eyebrows furrowed in concern, even as streaks of blood adorned her clothes and the skin of her arms. Sasuke mulled over the words in his silence, his eyes softening with guilt as she bit her lip and fiddled with the ends of her shirt, turning to leave.
“Tired,” he finally answered. He watched her stiffen, and felt a strange sort of sense of accomplishment as she glanced at him over her shoulder with a look of hesitance.
Slowly, she turned around again and started towards his cot, sparing a momentary glance to the blond-haired boy sleeping fitfully at the other side of the tent, before taking a seat in the chair next to Sasuke’s bed. She took the cloth and bowl of water on the small desk, and started cleaning her bloody hands, murmuring, “War makes everyone tired, Sasuke-kun.”
His lips thinned, heart sinking with mild disappointment. That wasn’t what he meant.
At his dampened mood, Sakura paused in her task, the stress in her jaw easing. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to insult you. I know you’ve been going through a lot, Sasuke-kun… more than any of us have been. More than anyone I’ve ever known.”
A long breath escaped him, then, and Sasuke couldn’t explain the sudden exhaustion washing over him. Somehow, Sakura’s understanding words made everything seem so real, the pain and weariness he had felt all these years hitting him like a tsunami.
When his gaze met Sakura’s, he found a strange brokenness in its depth. His mouth barely parted before she glanced down again and finished cleaning off the blood. When she was done, she put the bowl and cloth aside, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, weary eyes meeting his.
They stared at each other in silence, for a while.
“Why are you here, Sakura?” Sasuke murmured to her, finally.
“Shouldn’t you be healing the injured?”
His hands formed tight fists at his sides. “I have nothing to offer.”
There is a shift in her features, like she is hurt or confused. “Tsunade and the other medics have it covered for now,” she answered quietly, hands laying neatly in her lap. Her lips pressed together tight. Then, after a moment, her eyes softened. “I’m not expecting anything out of you, Sasuke-kun,” she said, smiling gently. “Can’t I just visit the one I love?”
He swallowed tight and wrenched his head to the side, unable to look at her. When he moved to shift from his uncomfortable position on the cot, he accidentally pressed on
the stump of his arm. Pain rippled through him in agonizing whips and he gasped, hands grasping at the sheets tightly as he curled around himself and grimaced.
The was a sound of metal hitting ground, before Sakura was instantly at his side, gentle hands flowing chakra to his wound, lessening the sharp, throbbing ache that shook his entire body in awful quakes.
“Better?” she asked after a while, when he stopped trembling.
He released his hold on the sheets slowly, and met her gaze, feeling wary and undeserving of such kindness. Softly, he whispered, “…Yeah.”
There was another silence, and Sasuke could feel the hesitance with Sakura. He watched as her hands moved, flinched, and then after a moment resumed and helped her sit on the side of his cot.
He was surprised when she cupped his cheek, looking at him worriedly. “Please don’t hide things from me, Sasuke-kun,” she said. “I want to help you. I don’t ever want you to be in pain. Not if I can do something about it.” A strange sort of hurt flashed in the green of her eyes. “You’ve been through enough pain already… I can’t bear to watch you hide more of it.”
He said nothing in response, rendered speechless by her love. Sakura smiled a little, and pushed herself off the bed, preparing to leave. But before she could walk away, Sasuke caught her wrist and said, “Sakura.”
She turned to look at him, pausing. “…Yes?”
He swallowed, and took back his hand to touch just under his pecs. “My ribs…”
She watched him curiously for a few short moments, before realization hit her and made her eyes widen. Happy, she smiled and made her way back to him, murmuring, “Let me look at them.”