the stars weep over all the terrible ways Sasori had loved Hatsue —
embrace her in their light
caught in his aconite kisses and cephalotin daydreams.
empty his malachite veins,
disembodied to hold her bones together —
kiss her, break him, leave him
burning and trapped in a lantern basement;
watch him
decimate shinobis to come back to her arms;
he had always waited.
and they all still weep and fall
over all the terrible ways he'd still love her
long after they die.