Non-challenge drabbles
3 connected drabbles.
Sanzo and Gojyo. :)
(Though not really shippy)
"Oi, Sanzo - bum a smoke?" He shuffled a little closer, leaves rustling underfoot, forest floor faintly dappled where thin streams of moonlight had managed to break through the branches above. There was no response other than the crunching of a dry twig as Sanzo spared him only a disdainful glance before turning away. "Aw, don't be such a miser; I ran out this morning!" He was desperate; he admitted it. But he wasn't going to lower himself to begging this stinking monk, that's for sure.
Sanzo sniffed and extended his arm; lit cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers.
"Appreciate it."
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Gojyo didn't say a word, merely accepted the smoke swiftly before it could be snatched back, and took a deep, blissful drag. Eyes closed tightly, he could still practically feel Sanzo looking at him.
"What?" Just don't look, he warned himself, enjoy it.
He inhaled deeply again, thanking the shitty gods who'd sent them on this journey for small moments like this.
Abruptly, the cigarette was plucked from his fingers and was back between Sanzo's lips before he could protest. Sanzo simply stared at him mildly, half hidden beneath his fringe and swathed in shadows.
Sanzo was such a bitch.
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Sanzo continued to smoke quietly for a while, hazy clouds spiralling around him in the darkness.
"What didja have to do that for?" Gojyo felt he should at least bitch and moan a little, despite feeling reasonably magnanimous towards the monk at the moment.
Sanzo spat the glowing stub to the floor, grinding it out with the toe of his sandal.
The monk started the leave the clearing, pausing only for a moment to push a crumpled packet into Gojyo's hand.
He watched Sanzo go, golden hair glinting in the mottled light. He opened his hand.
An empty cigarette carton.
x-posted to love_or_death
Sanzo and Gojyo. :)
(Though not really shippy)
"Oi, Sanzo - bum a smoke?" He shuffled a little closer, leaves rustling underfoot, forest floor faintly dappled where thin streams of moonlight had managed to break through the branches above. There was no response other than the crunching of a dry twig as Sanzo spared him only a disdainful glance before turning away. "Aw, don't be such a miser; I ran out this morning!" He was desperate; he admitted it. But he wasn't going to lower himself to begging this stinking monk, that's for sure.
Sanzo sniffed and extended his arm; lit cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers.
"Appreciate it."
-------
Gojyo didn't say a word, merely accepted the smoke swiftly before it could be snatched back, and took a deep, blissful drag. Eyes closed tightly, he could still practically feel Sanzo looking at him.
"What?" Just don't look, he warned himself, enjoy it.
He inhaled deeply again, thanking the shitty gods who'd sent them on this journey for small moments like this.
Abruptly, the cigarette was plucked from his fingers and was back between Sanzo's lips before he could protest. Sanzo simply stared at him mildly, half hidden beneath his fringe and swathed in shadows.
Sanzo was such a bitch.
-------
Sanzo continued to smoke quietly for a while, hazy clouds spiralling around him in the darkness.
"What didja have to do that for?" Gojyo felt he should at least bitch and moan a little, despite feeling reasonably magnanimous towards the monk at the moment.
Sanzo spat the glowing stub to the floor, grinding it out with the toe of his sandal.
The monk started the leave the clearing, pausing only for a moment to push a crumpled packet into Gojyo's hand.
He watched Sanzo go, golden hair glinting in the mottled light. He opened his hand.
An empty cigarette carton.
x-posted to love_or_death