[action | closed] and I don’t want the world to see me, 'cause I don’t think that they’d understand

[amberdrake]

Who: Sanzo and Amberdrake
What: Drake has a nightmare
Where: Hotel room
When: Early-mid August
Warnings: ANGST, character (dreamed) corpse

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They -- faceless, forgettable -- led him to the site where it had happened. The area was torn apart, and in the middle of it was a still figure in blood-drenched white robes. Amberdrake tore away from the forgettable 'they', rushing to the body, falling to his knees in the mud beside it and scooping up Sanzo's muddied head and shoulders into a desperate embrace. A heart-wrenching sob ripped free of him, feeling like it tore through his throat on the way out with sharp barbs and hooks.

One pale hand was still around the gun, in the mud. The sutra, a flash of green, was still on the body's shoulders. Drake didn't care; he ignored the weapons completely, even the dreaded sutra now being pressed between the living and the dead in that embrace.

"I'm... I'm so sorry enar ves'tacha," Amberdrake cried, rocking the body, "I'm so sorry. I couldn't be there, I couldn't comfort you. I'm so sorry."

Comments

[amberdrake]

Amberdrake offered Sanzo a smile when the priest looked back at him.

"I don't actually have that many stupid stories," he sounded apologetic, "I simply didn't get dragged into such things that often."

He was a little envious, actually. Getting to be dumb with your friends sounded like fun, cloaks and all.

[badly_behaved_priest]

"You don't spend enough time around ballsy idiots." Sanzo doubted that was true, considering Drake's profession and rank, he would face more than his fair share of entitled morons. He might be less compelled to listen to them, however.

[amberdrake]

Drake chuckled at that, and laid down again as well. "More like no one expects me to join in, so I just hear about things others have done after the fact."

[badly_behaved_priest]

"How well do they know you?" There was little Sanzo would be surprised to hear Drake had done at this point.

[amberdrake]

"Most people... not very well," Amberdrake stated, "it's my job to know others, not to be known."

[badly_behaved_priest]

"That's miserable," Sanzo replied bluntly. He couldn't say anything against Drake's profession and he wasn't inclined to. But it really was miserable as far as Sanzo could tell.

[amberdrake]

"Yeah," Amberdrake put his back against Sanzo's after a bit of hesitation. The contact was a comfort, especially after that dream. "But it's what I'm good at."

[badly_behaved_priest]

"You wouldn't stop even if you thought you had the option to." Sanzo wasn't sure Drake had the option or not, he cared far too much.

[amberdrake]

"That's very true," Amberdrake chuckled softly, "it's too wrapped up in my identity at this point, anyway. I am kestra'chern Amberdrake. Just being... just Drake, would be too weird."

[badly_behaved_priest]

"At what point do you consider anything to be 'too weird'?" Sanzo considered him pretty odd all over, not necessarily a bad thing in his opinion. "Do what you want, just keep it toned down with me."

[amberdrake]

Drake's only reply to that was a quiet chuckle.