this is love stripped of self-interest, so here, Sasori might as well just rip out his chest because not loving her is the last act of self-inflicted violence. how he rue the days. he might as well just rip his chest out and give Hatsue his heart — burrow his way under her skin, like wood dusts drawn to the wounds in her heels. He will give up immortality to be loved by her in ways not dreamy. in ways raw. sober. aware. unadulterated. lawless. infinite. in intense, longing gazes. in ways that stray from falling apart so beautifully, in such chest-tearing grace. in ways that stain tenderness. in ways that crash and burn.
Hatsue, catch him. watch him decline Akatsuki's invitation. watch him fight to save the world in the name of your eyes. watch him pass up eternal youth, a puppet body. He has no need for it.