Prompt #38: Night
Title: Compulsion
Author: Starzki
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Canon, post-series, romance
Word Count: 475
Summary: Sango finds that Miroku likes things just so.
Every night, it was the same thing. Sango feared she may have married someone who was a little crazy.
After dusk, just before it was time to lie down for the night, Miroku went through the same routine:
First, their sandals had to be placed precisely by the door, on the right side of the doorway. Hers were just to the right of his, almost touching but not quite.
Second, the floor all around the hut they shared was cleared and any debris that he found was either put away or thrown out.
Third, he made an elaborate act of disrobing for the night. His kesa came off and was neatly and precisely folded (always the same way), then his robes which were shaken out and inspected nearly microscopically for tears or smudges. His robes were then folded just as elaborately as his kesa and both were put in the place he had arbitrarily designated for them when they had first moved into the new hut.
The robe he slept in was shrugged on and tied meticulously. He explained it was a good knot for keeping the robe securely on as well as easy to untie when he wanted it off (he said with a suggestive raise of the eyebrow).
Finally, the light was inspected and carefully extinguished. Only after all that would he finally settle down for bed.
Sango watched him and felt exhausted. For all of their time on the road, he had never shown such idiosyncrasies. She guessed that the ease he felt at home allowed him a familiar routine to which he stuck with a stubborn tenacity.
Even when she just wanted him in bed right now or you’ll lose your chance! he would just smile a distracted smile and continue his normal course.
Sango would then look at her husband and have the thought, This is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with? I’m going to have to watch him go through this every damned night?
While she was not dismayed or regretful about her choice of husband, she often felt a puzzling sense of Him? as she watched him.
But then, when he was done, he came to bed. And even if he only kissed her goodnight, he paid that kiss the very same thorough attention to detail and nuance that the kiss required. And then Sango would understand that Miroku’s quirks had some positive side effects.
And when Miroku did more than just kiss Sango goodnight, she thought, Oooh. I don’t love him in spite of his unusual nightly routines, but because of them. After that, most rational thought would leave her, which is probably why she often forgot her realization and would become, yet again, annoyed at his nightly habits.
But she welcomed being reminded every time he (finally) came to bed.
END.
Author: Starzki
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Canon, post-series, romance
Word Count: 475
Summary: Sango finds that Miroku likes things just so.
Every night, it was the same thing. Sango feared she may have married someone who was a little crazy.
After dusk, just before it was time to lie down for the night, Miroku went through the same routine:
First, their sandals had to be placed precisely by the door, on the right side of the doorway. Hers were just to the right of his, almost touching but not quite.
Second, the floor all around the hut they shared was cleared and any debris that he found was either put away or thrown out.
Third, he made an elaborate act of disrobing for the night. His kesa came off and was neatly and precisely folded (always the same way), then his robes which were shaken out and inspected nearly microscopically for tears or smudges. His robes were then folded just as elaborately as his kesa and both were put in the place he had arbitrarily designated for them when they had first moved into the new hut.
The robe he slept in was shrugged on and tied meticulously. He explained it was a good knot for keeping the robe securely on as well as easy to untie when he wanted it off (he said with a suggestive raise of the eyebrow).
Finally, the light was inspected and carefully extinguished. Only after all that would he finally settle down for bed.
Sango watched him and felt exhausted. For all of their time on the road, he had never shown such idiosyncrasies. She guessed that the ease he felt at home allowed him a familiar routine to which he stuck with a stubborn tenacity.
Even when she just wanted him in bed right now or you’ll lose your chance! he would just smile a distracted smile and continue his normal course.
Sango would then look at her husband and have the thought, This is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with? I’m going to have to watch him go through this every damned night?
While she was not dismayed or regretful about her choice of husband, she often felt a puzzling sense of Him? as she watched him.
But then, when he was done, he came to bed. And even if he only kissed her goodnight, he paid that kiss the very same thorough attention to detail and nuance that the kiss required. And then Sango would understand that Miroku’s quirks had some positive side effects.
And when Miroku did more than just kiss Sango goodnight, she thought, Oooh. I don’t love him in spite of his unusual nightly routines, but because of them. After that, most rational thought would leave her, which is probably why she often forgot her realization and would become, yet again, annoyed at his nightly habits.
But she welcomed being reminded every time he (finally) came to bed.
END.