Write me something
Dec. 14th, 2005 12:04 pmSomeone filled my head with concrete while I wasn't looking. Damn them. *shakes fist* I want to write something, but can only stare at my screen/page/nerveless fingers and cough pathetically.
So write me somesmut thing instead! It worked last time. If you want a prompt you can have any or all of: character, pairing, word or two lines of poetry.
So write me some
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Date: 2005-12-16 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 01:27 pm (UTC)358, because the world needs more manwiches.
Date: 2005-12-17 03:28 am (UTC)It's bad enough that he smokes, drinks, curses, and follows no path but his own-- Though on nights when the moon is full and they camp under the stars, he has a sneaking suspicion (and it's rare for his suspicions to be sneaky so he thinks this one might well be right) that his Master is sitting up on a cloud in Nirvana, watching the way his pupil has begun to shake things up.
Sanzo also has the strongest feeling that he's laughing quite a bit, and mostly at his pupil.
The funniest part of the entire situation (which Sanzo only finds funny when he is so very drunk that even Gojyo's company is acceptable) is that it's not the smoking, or the drinking, or the cursing that makes him feel like a disgrace.
If he wants to admit it to himself (rarely), it's probably the fact that he is, has been, and is going to continue fucking and being fucked by Gojyo and Hakkai.
In the middle of it, with his legs spread and delicious heat all around, and hands touching all over, he doesn't care. He lets himself go, rides the pleasure and sometimes the pain, and doesn't give a damn.
But after, when he goes to his own cold bed, sticky with sweat and other things, he stares at the ceiling and wonders if his Master is still smiling, even after (if he is watching, which he probably isn't).
Re: 358, because the world needs more manwiches.
Date: 2005-12-19 02:08 am (UTC)Thanks for this - it's very very nice indeed.