@ofbonesandash continued from this ask post :3
Ashkine was sure he could feel how tense Sasuke was if he concentrated hard enough. He simply watched the other as he looked around, generally jumpy. Ashkine knew it was because of him, his lapse of control and how it almost killed the raven.
His hand shot forward, grasping Sasuke’s chin in hand. His touch soft and gentle, turning his head to look at him. He let his toxic eyes lock on Sasuke’s before he leaned forward without a word. Pressing his lips to the raven’s forehead, his kiss just as gentle as his hand.
“Please don’t be afraid of me.”
What the fuck, ran through Sasuke’s mind. He was stunned, silently looking into Ash’s eyes. He could not speak. The action was so gentle, so careful, so sweet that Sasuke could hardly interpet it. Wasn’t Ashkine meant to be all rough hands and harsh realities? To experience a tenderness that even Naruto would pale in comparison to shocked Sasuke.
If he set his (totally rational) fears aside, then Sasuke supposed Ash’s nature was quite light and inviting. Sasuke had been the prickly one to begin with. Sasuke had instigated, but Sasuke also clung expectantly to his sense of reality like anyone would. You couldn’t convince a person that vampires were real so easily. Sasuke was entitled to those trepidations, though he could admit that he could have been a bit less crass about it.
Perhaps this person was the true Ashkine, and the man who snapped on him was the version even Ash hated to see. Sasuke could understand that. His own demons drove his behavior at times, leaving his conscience to sit by and cringe helplessly. He could understand that.
“Please don’t choke the breath from my lungs, and I won’t fear you,” Sasuke quipped, but the tone was not aggressive by any means. It came out as tender as the kiss placed on his forehead.