[Second Floor] Solitary 3
Now that he wasn't that fucked up with a cocktail of drugs, he was actually able to take more stock of just what solitary was like. A cramped room with barely any space to manuever, no light once the door closed...
Goku would have gone apeshit if he'd been in here instead.
The priest just sat down against a wall, and settled down to wait. He'd dozed off every now and then, just to pass the time. It was hard to tell what time of day it was: the cell didn't exactly let in any light, so there wasn't any telling when nightshift rolled around.
Normally, Sanzo would've relished the solitude. It would've been something of a luxury. Since the journey west had started, most of his time had been spent listening to two idiots bickering in the back about the most random crap, and trying to keep his patience in check. Putting that together with the constant youkai assassins tailing them, there wasn't much room for any real time to himself. Ending up here wasn't that much different, since now he had to deal with the inane "activities" during the day and Homura constantly on his ass.
The priest glowered.
He was alternating between the fury that he knew he was pretty damned justified in feeling, and discomfort at the memory of the night before. What was worse was the fact that Sanzo was thinking more about the last, when other than getting fucking pissed about it, he had no right to be concentrating so much on it.
Sanzo rubbed at the bite mark on his neck. It was hours ago, but he wasn't going to be forgetting that smirk against his neck, or that fucker's hands running down his side anytime soon----
The monk's head jerked up. It was muffled, but there was the sound of an alarm, followed by distant sound of Landel talking. Sanzo was up on his feet in a flash, putting his ear to the door.
Goku would have gone apeshit if he'd been in here instead.
The priest just sat down against a wall, and settled down to wait. He'd dozed off every now and then, just to pass the time. It was hard to tell what time of day it was: the cell didn't exactly let in any light, so there wasn't any telling when nightshift rolled around.
Normally, Sanzo would've relished the solitude. It would've been something of a luxury. Since the journey west had started, most of his time had been spent listening to two idiots bickering in the back about the most random crap, and trying to keep his patience in check. Putting that together with the constant youkai assassins tailing them, there wasn't much room for any real time to himself. Ending up here wasn't that much different, since now he had to deal with the inane "activities" during the day and Homura constantly on his ass.
The priest glowered.
He was alternating between the fury that he knew he was pretty damned justified in feeling, and discomfort at the memory of the night before. What was worse was the fact that Sanzo was thinking more about the last, when other than getting fucking pissed about it, he had no right to be concentrating so much on it.
Sanzo rubbed at the bite mark on his neck. It was hours ago, but he wasn't going to be forgetting that smirk against his neck, or that fucker's hands running down his side anytime soon----
The monk's head jerked up. It was muffled, but there was the sound of an alarm, followed by distant sound of Landel talking. Sanzo was up on his feet in a flash, putting his ear to the door.