They say that we're flyin' too high...

[delinquent_monk]

Characters: slappingsense and delinquent-monk
Location: The main plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Third-prose
Status: Closed, ongoing. Don't worry, I'll throw Miroku at everybody soon enough; he's very social. I just thought this would be a most appropriate arrival log. :3

Comments

pffffthahaha you're fiiiiiiiine

[slappingsense]

It would have been so much easier to convince herself he was nothing more than a figment of her imagination if he had just remained silent, if he hadn't spoken her name. She had suffered through illusions before, of course, and witnessed familiar-looking people speak in familiar-sounding voices, but never had a voice sounded so perfectly like the original. The rise and fall of his voice, the way he said her name... it was almost silly, how easily such things could rip apart the defenses she had tried so hastily to build.

Still, even with every bone in her body aching to believe that it truly was the man she had been longing to see, Sango forced herself to stop a few short steps away from him; if it was an attempt to keep distance between them, it was arguably a weak one, seeing as how the girl could have reached forward and touched him if she had chosen to do so. However, she forced herself to keep her eyes locked on his, only sparing a short glance at the demon resting comfortably on his shoulder and registering how content she seemed. If it was an illusion before her, Sango was determined to see its faults before the hopeful flutter in her heart overrode all of her sense. Everything, though... everything was just as she remembered it to be, and shouldn't she, of all people, be able to see any glaring abnormalities?

But there were none.

The last of her composure fell away, leaving her standing before him with a completely open expression on her face. She rarely looked so vulnerable, so very hopeful, but there was nothing she could do to try and mask such emotions; her tense body finally relaxed, her shoulders sagging slightly, almost in relief. "You're here?" she heard herself murmur, just a trace of uncertainty left in her voice; she didn't seem to have processed his question, merely asking one of her own in return. One of her hands slowly rose, reaching toward him before she caught herself and pulled it back to her chest. "And you're safe...."

[you're good, you're good! and man, i don't doubt that in the least, you poor thing. :c]