🌙 Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.

[its_dad_sanzo]

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.

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[badly_behaved_priest]

Sanzo woke to bright moonlight filtering through the gap in bedroom curtains and a deep sadness that wasn't just his own. Since Koumyou's arrival, his nightmares about the death of his master had resurfaced with a vengeance. At first, he thought the moonlight seemed so bright to mock him for still wallowing in that old pain. Yet-

Sanzo sat up and looked over, Drake was fast asleep. Mm. He slid out of bed and shuffled to the closet to tug a sweater off a hanger and pull it over his head.

When he opened the front door, it took him a second to realize that Koumyou was really there, not a figment of his half-asleep mind. Sadness radiated off the older Sanzo and he felt the ache in his chest sharpen in sympathy.

"Master?"

[badly_behaved_priest]

As usual, Sanzo was awake before Amberdrake and too bored to reread the newspaper again. He'd washed the dishes from last night, folded the blanket and placed it back on the couch, and scooped the damaged beads into a small bowl. Koumyou had left the spare room tidy, so there was nothing to tend to there. The birds ate up some time and a considerable amount of fruit.

He could've left the house a while but he had something to discuss with Amberdake, so he waited, browsing various articles on his laptop. There was a lot to be learned about different breeds of magical and non-magical birds it turned out.

[its_dad_sanzo]

It was early evening when Koumyou came 'round again, though at least this time he'd been invited! He'd dropped Mr. Wiggles off at his apartment first, of course.

Knock-knock, knock-knock-knock!