Sanzo's Faith, PG, also Challenge 45
Author: rehtaeh11
Warnings: none
Pairing(s): n/a
Notes: Um... it's probably a bad idea to make my debut on this community right after someone else who also wrote about Sanzo for this challenge. But, I had already written this by the time I signed on here, and I like it.
Anyway, it took exactly nineteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds (I have a stopwatch). Not including editing, which was... maybe another five? I didn't time that.
He didn't have faith in the gods, in any of the various religious buddhist sects, or even in the teachings of his own religion. In fact, he looked down on those who did. Blind, pitiful fools who devoted their time and energy to a cause which they could never prove.
He used magic, spells, and incantations. The vast majority of power in his arsenal came by spiritual means. His entire life was surrounded by the supernatural, his life's story written in it's mystical ink. Even in his routine tasks he answered to the Sanbutsushin. Yet, he didn't have faith in any of these things. You can't have faith in something that you already know to be true.
When it came to faith, there was only one authority he trusted: Himself. Not that he had complete faith in his abilities, they had failed him from time to time. Neither did he have complete faith in his strength. In fact, he truly considered himself weak. If there was one thing that he trusted, one thing that he believed in and relied on, it was only what that he saw with his own two eyes.
He saw the truth. In people, in circumstances. With a vision unclouded by any preconceived thoughts or emotions. If you asked which trail to take to get up a rocky mountain, even if it was a place he'd never been to before, he already knew the way. If you asked what was at the heart of any situation, he could tell you. That is, if he felt like it. And if you asked what was buried deep inside a person's eyes or the contours of their face, he could see right through all semblance of deception and find the truth.
Some people said that he had piercing eyes, like an orge or a demon. Some people said those were the kind of eyes that could pierce a person's heart and bore into the depths of their soul. They were right.
Time had taught him to trust in his view of the world. After all, it was hardly ever wrong. That was why the only thing he truly believed in was his own perception of the world. You might even say, he had faith in it.
Warnings: none
Pairing(s): n/a
Notes: Um... it's probably a bad idea to make my debut on this community right after someone else who also wrote about Sanzo for this challenge. But, I had already written this by the time I signed on here, and I like it.
Anyway, it took exactly nineteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds (I have a stopwatch). Not including editing, which was... maybe another five? I didn't time that.
He didn't have faith in the gods, in any of the various religious buddhist sects, or even in the teachings of his own religion. In fact, he looked down on those who did. Blind, pitiful fools who devoted their time and energy to a cause which they could never prove.
He used magic, spells, and incantations. The vast majority of power in his arsenal came by spiritual means. His entire life was surrounded by the supernatural, his life's story written in it's mystical ink. Even in his routine tasks he answered to the Sanbutsushin. Yet, he didn't have faith in any of these things. You can't have faith in something that you already know to be true.
When it came to faith, there was only one authority he trusted: Himself. Not that he had complete faith in his abilities, they had failed him from time to time. Neither did he have complete faith in his strength. In fact, he truly considered himself weak. If there was one thing that he trusted, one thing that he believed in and relied on, it was only what that he saw with his own two eyes.
He saw the truth. In people, in circumstances. With a vision unclouded by any preconceived thoughts or emotions. If you asked which trail to take to get up a rocky mountain, even if it was a place he'd never been to before, he already knew the way. If you asked what was at the heart of any situation, he could tell you. That is, if he felt like it. And if you asked what was buried deep inside a person's eyes or the contours of their face, he could see right through all semblance of deception and find the truth.
Some people said that he had piercing eyes, like an orge or a demon. Some people said those were the kind of eyes that could pierce a person's heart and bore into the depths of their soul. They were right.
Time had taught him to trust in his view of the world. After all, it was hardly ever wrong. That was why the only thing he truly believed in was his own perception of the world. You might even say, he had faith in it.