sideblog.

there's a magical night in suna where worlds collide, where every difference dissolves into the dark, and no one remembers the things that were meant to keep them apart.

it's the one night when the heavens stoop low enough to kiss the earth, and the earth, in quiet reverence, kisses back.

on that very night, a man decided to test his luck with a woman who walked as though storms had learned grace from watching her. his gaze lingered longer than it should have, as if her eyes carried the forgotten language of the stars, as if somewhere within them lay the answer to every question the universe had ever dared to ask.

he never knew who closed the distance first.

he only knew that, for one impossible heartbeat, she was on his lips.

it wasn't a kiss taken. it was a kiss discovered. tentative. searching. tasting the impossible, as though one careless movement might send the sky unraveling and the world slipping quietly from its axis.

that was what it felt like to kiss temari for the first time.

as though the universe had spent an eternity inventing constellations, only to realize it had always been trying to draw her.

her touch carried the hush before creation. her breath felt older than the wind. and her presence alone summoned the kind of reverence that would make astrologers fall to their knees, mistaking her for the very thing they had devoted their lives to finding.

because she was never merely a woman.

she was the place where heaven remembered the earth.