The Golden Voice (#50, Sanzo ikkou, G)
Title: The Golden Voice
Author: rehtaeh11
Rating: G
Characters: Sanzo, Goku, Gojyo, Hakkai
Notes: It actually took about 18 minutes. My bad?
His voice was as clear as the empty sky, not a single cloud obscured it's radiant beauty. The tone was calm, like the surface of a pond on a day when there was no wind. Not a single ripple distorted the shimmering, glassy surface. Lastly, it was warm, like the sun rising over the barrier of the earth, filling the world with light, color, form, and life. As the golden rays of the sun broke through the darkness and made the shadows scatter from sight, the bright, calming tone of that voice dispelled the fear and darkness that resided in each of their hearts.
Goku basked in the glory of his savior. Sanzo was the one and only person he could ever think of as his sun. That gentle hand reached out to grasp him and pull him up, rescuing from the endless dark of his cold, solitary prison. Before Sanzo, Goku knew only pain and longing. He could never forget the one who brought light and life into his world.
Gojyo admired the pristine beauty of this man. Not only on the outside, but on the inside as well. He was thrilled by the strength, determination, and dedication that the monk exemplified, as well as the will to live in spite of anyone or anything that might stand in his way. It was a turn-on, a tease, a dream that he couldn't quite seem to catch. Like fine sand in a sieve, it seemed to slip right through his fingers. He couldn't keep himself from wanting it, though. There was just something about that guy that made him burn for more.
Hakkai regarded this man with complete and utter amazement, astounded to find that someone could command his attention in spite of his current whirlwind of despair. He'd never met an individual whose gaze was capable of searching the depths of his torn, forsaken heart and discovering his hidden torment. There was nowhere he could run, nowhere he could hide. The darkness was dissipating, and with it his desire to seek out death came to it's demise. He was in awe at the penetrating certainty with which this voice silenced both doubt and pain.
After the recitation was over Sanzo got up from his seat on the ground and grudgingly looked over the unruly bunch of misfits. His calming gaze met the yearning in their eyes for a moment just before he said: “What're you idiots looking at? Let's go already!”
Author: rehtaeh11
Rating: G
Characters: Sanzo, Goku, Gojyo, Hakkai
Notes: It actually took about 18 minutes. My bad?
His voice was as clear as the empty sky, not a single cloud obscured it's radiant beauty. The tone was calm, like the surface of a pond on a day when there was no wind. Not a single ripple distorted the shimmering, glassy surface. Lastly, it was warm, like the sun rising over the barrier of the earth, filling the world with light, color, form, and life. As the golden rays of the sun broke through the darkness and made the shadows scatter from sight, the bright, calming tone of that voice dispelled the fear and darkness that resided in each of their hearts.
Goku basked in the glory of his savior. Sanzo was the one and only person he could ever think of as his sun. That gentle hand reached out to grasp him and pull him up, rescuing from the endless dark of his cold, solitary prison. Before Sanzo, Goku knew only pain and longing. He could never forget the one who brought light and life into his world.
Gojyo admired the pristine beauty of this man. Not only on the outside, but on the inside as well. He was thrilled by the strength, determination, and dedication that the monk exemplified, as well as the will to live in spite of anyone or anything that might stand in his way. It was a turn-on, a tease, a dream that he couldn't quite seem to catch. Like fine sand in a sieve, it seemed to slip right through his fingers. He couldn't keep himself from wanting it, though. There was just something about that guy that made him burn for more.
Hakkai regarded this man with complete and utter amazement, astounded to find that someone could command his attention in spite of his current whirlwind of despair. He'd never met an individual whose gaze was capable of searching the depths of his torn, forsaken heart and discovering his hidden torment. There was nowhere he could run, nowhere he could hide. The darkness was dissipating, and with it his desire to seek out death came to it's demise. He was in awe at the penetrating certainty with which this voice silenced both doubt and pain.
After the recitation was over Sanzo got up from his seat on the ground and grudgingly looked over the unruly bunch of misfits. His calming gaze met the yearning in their eyes for a moment just before he said: “What're you idiots looking at? Let's go already!”