“It’s for good luck,” Sasori lied, staring at the Third Kazekage.
Somewhere in the distance, a firework cracked, and fizzled. Pink flashed across their faces— then green. Blue. It glinted against the kazekage’s ceremonial jewelry, draped over white robes, and dazzling in its brightness. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Art.
Another rainbow of colors flared over them. The sky snapped and crackled. Finally, Third nodded.
“Very well. One kiss,” he agreed, mouth twitching. “For good luck, and nothing more.”
i am not an artist. but i had to draw these before i could write the fic! (they have no faces because i didn’t want to fuck anything up. i wish i could have drawn their cool makeup!! )
Even with Sunagakure’s current financial situation, there’s always room in the budget for a beach vacation.
Short fic where the Suna fam trade in one patch of sand for another (with a bit more water and a bit more skin).
For@sasori-mini-bang Day 2: Summer Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Saso/San, Rasa/Karura
“Lord Third,” Rasa started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. This has been an ongoing conversation with his cousin– sometimes it was a different hobby, or a different interest that caught the Kazekage’s attention. But it all boiled down to the same discussion between Sunagakure’s financial situation and Sunagakure’s (read: the Kazekage’s) best interest. “We don’t have a budget for…” Rasa lifted the piece of paper he was holding and squinted. “…a beach episode.”
Sasori stands as another perfectly polished figurine in this dollhouse. Plastic trappings and plastic feelings. It wasn’t the place he expected to find a familiar warmth in— he wasn’t the person Sasori expected to find it with either.
Barely an hour into the party and Sasori was made keenly aware that his art was not the only thing set in display.
Shiny and new, Sasori stood there in a loose fitting cotton blouse, bishop sleeves gathering into a cuff at his wrist. The buttons of the cuff were good, like the buckles of his shoes. Black and sleek, going all the way up his waist. All wrapped up in a double breasted emerald vest that made him look like he stepped out of some historical drama.
The cravat on his neck itched, but he could not adjust it. The next guest who wanted to see the exhibit stepped forward.
Ballet AU, Third Kazekage (“San”)/Sasori, nothing to tag but the drama for now! this is going to be a longer work, at least 5 more chapters before i can get to the end of the story, but i can’t promise a date on the update…
