Jun 26, 2012 01:23
Love is a prison.
Sanzo had felt that way since he sorted out and hid away his feelings for his master. He didn’t do emotions anymore. With the return of his duties, annoyance and its permutations were the only feelings to touch his calloused heart.
He didn’t have time for anything more.
He thought he was satisfied that way.
The day his hand reached out and broke the chains holding those slender arms, he didn’t feel the prison bars reasserting themselves. His first look into golden eyes, though, showed him it was already much too late.
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