Love is a prison.
Sanzo had felt that way since he sorted out and hid away his feelings for his master. He didn’t do emotions anymore. With the return of his duties, annoyance and its permutations were the only feelings to touch his calloused heart.
He didn’t have time for anything more.
He thought he was satisfied that way.
The day his hand reached
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(Wait, did I just aw over something I swore never to aw over? ;-)
I liked this very much.
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*giggles*
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*secretly delighted*
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