Early one morning, Challenge 23
Title: Early one morning
Author: lady_ganesh
Characters: Mostly Sanzo
Spoilers: Minor background spoilers
Rating: G
Time: Fifteen minutes to write, five or so to edit.
He turns over and closes his eyes, in hopes he can shut out the glare of the morning light.
"Now, now," Koumyou says, throwing the window open. "You can't sleep all day."
"Sure I can." But he's already turning his face back toward the light, feeling the sunlight glare against his eyelids. "You were still awake when I went to bed. What are you doing up at this hour?"
"We have a busy day ahead of us," Koumyou replies. "And you're younger than I am. You should have far more energy."
"That's my point," he grumbles, and swings his legs out of the bed. He pulls his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath. He reaches over and grabs his robes, the thick silk strong and reassuring against his fingers. "Master?" he asks, as he dresses.
Koumyou turns, and the light shines off his crown, his thick braid hanging over his shoulder. His eyes are vibrant. "Yes?"
I don't even know what I would ask you, Genjo Sanzo thinks as he lights his first cigarette of the morning.
"Oi, Sanzo!" Gojyo's voice is accompanied by a fist pounding at the door. "Hakkai says if you're not down for breakfast in five minutes, we're all leaving without you."
"Fuck off," Sanzo says out of habit, and opens the door.
Author: lady_ganesh
Characters: Mostly Sanzo
Spoilers: Minor background spoilers
Rating: G
Time: Fifteen minutes to write, five or so to edit.
He turns over and closes his eyes, in hopes he can shut out the glare of the morning light.
"Now, now," Koumyou says, throwing the window open. "You can't sleep all day."
"Sure I can." But he's already turning his face back toward the light, feeling the sunlight glare against his eyelids. "You were still awake when I went to bed. What are you doing up at this hour?"
"We have a busy day ahead of us," Koumyou replies. "And you're younger than I am. You should have far more energy."
"That's my point," he grumbles, and swings his legs out of the bed. He pulls his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath. He reaches over and grabs his robes, the thick silk strong and reassuring against his fingers. "Master?" he asks, as he dresses.
Koumyou turns, and the light shines off his crown, his thick braid hanging over his shoulder. His eyes are vibrant. "Yes?"
I don't even know what I would ask you, Genjo Sanzo thinks as he lights his first cigarette of the morning.
"Oi, Sanzo!" Gojyo's voice is accompanied by a fist pounding at the door. "Hakkai says if you're not down for breakfast in five minutes, we're all leaving without you."
"Fuck off," Sanzo says out of habit, and opens the door.