π Toua Koumyou SanzΕ Hoshi-sama the 30th γε
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π Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Who: Genjyo Sanzo, Koumyou Sanzo, Amberdrake.
What: OP & thread 1: Koumyou Sanzo visits his son in the middle of the night. Thread 2: Drake and Sanzo talk about Koumyou and briefly about what went down in thread 1. Thread 3: Koumyou and Sanzo talking some more.
Where: Drake and Sanzo's house in Attleton.
When: OP & thread 1: The same night as Singles Night, after Koumyou eventually leaves. Thread 2: Around noon, the day after. Thread 3: Evening of the same day as thread 2.
Warnings: FEELS. Angst, suicide mention, probably Warm And Fuzzy Feelings, y'know, the whole gamut.
It was very late at night when Koumyou glanced up to find himself having wandered to his son's house. The intense moonlight lit the cozy little cottage enough to make it impossible to not know where he was.
But, it was far too late at night.
He wouldn't knock.
Koumyou sat down on the wide, circular short step before the door, and sighed quietly. He tucked his legs half-under him, and wondered what he was doing, just sitting out here on the cold stone. In the morning, he could call Kouryuu from his apartment, hear his voice. Right now? There was nothing to do but lurk, and wallow in his own sadness.
Between the other night at the shrine with the little golden dragon, and several more instances tonight, he'd spoken of his death and the burden it had left on his young son many times, recently. Too many times...
He was no therapist, like Amberdrake. Ripping open his own wounds constantly wore on him far faster than it did the kestra'chern. Right now, he just wanted to be near his son. And so here he sat, breath fogging in the cold air.
The sun would rise when the sun would rise. And perhaps the moon would still be out when he did.
What: OP & thread 1: Koumyou Sanzo visits his son in the middle of the night. Thread 2: Drake and Sanzo talk about Koumyou and briefly about what went down in thread 1. Thread 3: Koumyou and Sanzo talking some more.
Where: Drake and Sanzo's house in Attleton.
When: OP & thread 1: The same night as Singles Night, after Koumyou eventually leaves. Thread 2: Around noon, the day after. Thread 3: Evening of the same day as thread 2.
Warnings: FEELS. Angst, suicide mention, probably Warm And Fuzzy Feelings, y'know, the whole gamut.
It was very late at night when Koumyou glanced up to find himself having wandered to his son's house. The intense moonlight lit the cozy little cottage enough to make it impossible to not know where he was.
But, it was far too late at night.
He wouldn't knock.
Koumyou sat down on the wide, circular short step before the door, and sighed quietly. He tucked his legs half-under him, and wondered what he was doing, just sitting out here on the cold stone. In the morning, he could call Kouryuu from his apartment, hear his voice. Right now? There was nothing to do but lurk, and wallow in his own sadness.
Between the other night at the shrine with the little golden dragon, and several more instances tonight, he'd spoken of his death and the burden it had left on his young son many times, recently. Too many times...
He was no therapist, like Amberdrake. Ripping open his own wounds constantly wore on him far faster than it did the kestra'chern. Right now, he just wanted to be near his son. And so here he sat, breath fogging in the cold air.
The sun would rise when the sun would rise. And perhaps the moon would still be out when he did.
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"It's cold. Come inside." Sanzo stepped back to make room.
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Still, he made his way inside while rubbing his own arms and shivering dramatically. He'd never liked the cold! And traditional Sanzo robes weren't the warmest things, as Genjyo surely knew by now.
"Were you already up?" Kouryuu had never been much for being awake late, but perhaps that had changed.
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He yanked a blanket off the couch and offered it to Koumyou.
"Have you eaten?" It was strange but comforting to slip, momentarily, into the role he'd filled as Kouryuu; making sure his master remembered this or that, bringing him meals or supplies when needed.
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"I..." had he eaten? No. He'd drank a cup of apple cider and smoked his pipe, and that had been the extent of his interaction with the party aside from talking. "No, I haven't."
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Sanzo disappeared into the kitchen without checking to see if Koumyou had down what he said. There was the sound of the fridge opening, the clink of a plate, and, after a pause, the microwave whirling to life. He reemerged shortly afterward and leaned against the side of the doorway back into the living room.
"What happened?" Something had happened, Koumyou was not so easily shaken.
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"Ah... nothing serious," Koumyou said, while prodding at the beads. His eyes were open. "What's all this about?"
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"What happened?" he repeated. This all felt very surreal to him.
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"A lot of conversations in the last few nights... mostly tonight," Koumyou toyed with the bead between his fingertips, rolling it this way and that. "A lot have led to discussions of that night."
No need to specify what night, he was certain.
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"Tell people to shut up if they get curious about it," he offered as "advice". It wasn't a topic he ever freely talked about, it brought him shame as well as grief.
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Kouryuu blaming himself for Koumyou's death, on top of all of that? Koumyou couldn't let that lie.
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"I'm handling it."
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"I thought talking about that night was the problem?" His voice was still smooth and unaffected, he needed control.
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"There is no way," Koumyou said very deliberately, "that I could have possibly kept going if I'd outlived you. You are my son."
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"I-" -could have done something. Koumyou was capable, an actual Sanzo priest, no one would deny that Koumyou would be better suited for that hellish journey west than he was. Beyond Sanzo's personal grief, it was such a grievous waste that Koumyou was lost and Sanzo took his place.
He wasn't worth Koumyou's death.
He couldn't bring himself to say that.
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He wasn't an Empath; wasn't getting any particular information out of the silence. Nor was he a therapist, who could glean so much without the magical ability to feel others' emotions. Perhaps he should let Sanzo's 'roommate' handle this... but, no.
He was Sanzo's father, and the one who had died.
"Ten others were in my class, in training to become Sanzos. All were my friends, and all of them died, most of them in front of me. Two of them after attaining the rank with me," Koumyou rubbed his thumb over Sanzo's captured hand. "You... I couldn't let my son join them."
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"It would've been better. Had I," he said in a low voice, like he didn't want Koumyou to hear it. He didn't. But it was the truth.
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The ceremonial bamboo breastplate of a Sanzo priest wasn't the most comfortable thing to be squished up against, but at least there was the blanket still draped over his shoulders to pad it.
"No."
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"You know-" He didn't want to argue about this, it only made them both suffer. And yet he didn't want to lie and pretend that Koumyou's death wasn't so terrible for their world.
"Master, stop," he said with no conviction or venom. He could not understand why Koumyou couldn't let this drop.
His arm looped around Koumyou and he told himself it was only for Koumyou's sake.
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