（ touchy little fucker. though he has the benefit of foresight here — he's willing to guess this is a rare moment for someone who looks like he'd rather eat a porcupine backwards than yield to anyone.

sasuke might find he runs hot, beneath that touch. hotter than a human, though not entirely beyond the tolerances of possibility. elevated body temperature like a constant glut of fever in a body that was never made to last as long as it has. he doesn't know if he was like that before iantha worked her magic. before she called dreaming into reality, and reality into dreams, and made him both prison and prisoner. ）

Yeah, it sucks. It sort of heals around the blade. Means it hurts just as much coming as going. You do not want to guess what decapitation feels like.

（ although, despite that caveat, he doesn't actually pull it out the old fashioned way, he just calls it back to his hand. the wound, barely bleeding, seals itself over with no evidence of violent passage save the sunset smear of blood beneath the kid's hand. but cy hasn't actually shooed him away this time, taking no issue with letting him poke and prod to his clearly traumatized little heart's content. ）

So, do the magic eyeballs say I pass muster?

（ look, the weird purple eye he initially assumed was some sort of stupid cosplay contact aside, he literally watched your other eye get weird red whorls. they are magic until further notice, thank u. ）