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genessia2016-08-14 01:14 am
badly_behaved_priest) wrote in genessia2016-08-14 01:14 am
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[action | closed] Not sure what you expected, but I guess it wasn't this.
Who: Sanzo and Amberdrake
What: Sanzo has a realization of sorts and runs off
Where: Hotel room(s)
When: Mid August
Warnings: Angst at some point, probably
The days leading up to now had been tense, in a way that made Sanzo even more frustrated. Frustration was common for him, there was little that didn't annoy him in some way, but this was worse by dint of being different. He couldn't quite place why he was so on edge, he couldn't do shit about it, and he knew it was only so long before Amberdrake prodded him about it. His irritation wasn't subtle, it wouldn't take Drake's level of observation to notice how much Sanzo was smoking lately or how he snapped and snarled at the smallest thing.
Staring directly at the man wasn't going to help anything! Sanzo looked back at the newspaper, not comprehending a word of it. Something about this mess had to do directly with Drake, something had sprung up since that nightmare, but he couldn't fathom why it bothered him this much. Oh, he was an idiot. He was a goddamn fucking idiot. He stared at the newspaper in horror for a moment before getting to his feet in a rush.
He had his robes pulled up properly, breastplate in place, and was headed for the door before Drake had much time to react to the sudden blast of alarm he gave off.
"I'll be back later," was all he offered by way of explanation and then he was out the door.
-----
Later came, much later, and Sanzo couldn't face Amberdrake yet. His mind had been swirling with alarm and all the stupid, obvious "hints" he'd been so content to ignore. He couldn't have made more of a fool out of himself with this mess and what was he supposed to do?! It was terrifying enough to be friends with a damn non-combatant with such a soft heart, the thought of anything more than that made Sanzo feel sick with anxiety. He could blame it on that bullshit lifebond, whatever-it-was, but that didn't make him feel any different.
Instead of going back he'd found a hotel room in hide in for a while as he cleared his mind. He needed to think about this, think about it a lot, before he could say anything to Drake. The most he'd been able to do was send Drake a quick message saying he'd be home sometime tomorrow. He turned off the communicator-phone-thing after that and stared out the small window. It wasn't taking him long to build a small mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
What: Sanzo has a realization of sorts and runs off
Where: Hotel room(s)
When: Mid August
Warnings: Angst at some point, probably
The days leading up to now had been tense, in a way that made Sanzo even more frustrated. Frustration was common for him, there was little that didn't annoy him in some way, but this was worse by dint of being different. He couldn't quite place why he was so on edge, he couldn't do shit about it, and he knew it was only so long before Amberdrake prodded him about it. His irritation wasn't subtle, it wouldn't take Drake's level of observation to notice how much Sanzo was smoking lately or how he snapped and snarled at the smallest thing.
Staring directly at the man wasn't going to help anything! Sanzo looked back at the newspaper, not comprehending a word of it. Something about this mess had to do directly with Drake, something had sprung up since that nightmare, but he couldn't fathom why it bothered him this much. Oh, he was an idiot. He was a goddamn fucking idiot. He stared at the newspaper in horror for a moment before getting to his feet in a rush.
He had his robes pulled up properly, breastplate in place, and was headed for the door before Drake had much time to react to the sudden blast of alarm he gave off.
"I'll be back later," was all he offered by way of explanation and then he was out the door.
-----
Later came, much later, and Sanzo couldn't face Amberdrake yet. His mind had been swirling with alarm and all the stupid, obvious "hints" he'd been so content to ignore. He couldn't have made more of a fool out of himself with this mess and what was he supposed to do?! It was terrifying enough to be friends with a damn non-combatant with such a soft heart, the thought of anything more than that made Sanzo feel sick with anxiety. He could blame it on that bullshit lifebond, whatever-it-was, but that didn't make him feel any different.
Instead of going back he'd found a hotel room in hide in for a while as he cleared his mind. He needed to think about this, think about it a lot, before he could say anything to Drake. The most he'd been able to do was send Drake a quick message saying he'd be home sometime tomorrow. He turned off the communicator-phone-thing after that and stared out the small window. It wasn't taking him long to build a small mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray.