Hakkai-centric double drabble for jadeemperor
No porn, but messed-up Hakkai is just as good as a perverted Hakkai . . . er, right? and the icon emungere made works so well for something like this.
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The attack this time was abrupt and pointed and perhaps, had they all been struck with amnesia, it would have been unexpected as well. As it was, the youkai were dealt with swiftly, if messily. Hakkai sighed; by the time they reached an inn, the stains would have set and laundry would prove most difficult.
Once on the road again, Hakkai considered the ways he'd found to be best in removing youkai from white robes. Dull, but better than allowing the whispering in the back of his mind to get any louder.
The smell of blood was seeping into his skin. It made what should have been a long-dead part of him stir and cry out over past losses, while another part struggled against self-imposed bonds.
Sometimes, on nights he found himself unable to sleep, he would dig Gonou from his grave and let the Yokuai loose from its chains and just feel their destruction. Feel something other than numbness of late-night insomnia and a smile held day-long. Always tucked safely away again by morning, they'd stir only slightly when something on the journey called out to them; though Hakkai found dark-haired women coupled with cruel youkai particularly effective sirens.
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The attack this time was abrupt and pointed and perhaps, had they all been struck with amnesia, it would have been unexpected as well. As it was, the youkai were dealt with swiftly, if messily. Hakkai sighed; by the time they reached an inn, the stains would have set and laundry would prove most difficult.
Once on the road again, Hakkai considered the ways he'd found to be best in removing youkai from white robes. Dull, but better than allowing the whispering in the back of his mind to get any louder.
The smell of blood was seeping into his skin. It made what should have been a long-dead part of him stir and cry out over past losses, while another part struggled against self-imposed bonds.
Sometimes, on nights he found himself unable to sleep, he would dig Gonou from his grave and let the Yokuai loose from its chains and just feel their destruction. Feel something other than numbness of late-night insomnia and a smile held day-long. Always tucked safely away again by morning, they'd stir only slightly when something on the journey called out to them; though Hakkai found dark-haired women coupled with cruel youkai particularly effective sirens.