Prompt 3 - Tree/Trees
Title: Fall
Author: Momoko (Sarga)
Rating: PG (for homicidal thoughts)
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
Genre: Introspection, humour
Word Count: 600 words
Warnings: Miroku perversion, Sango anger
Summary: Sango loves to fly. Sango hates to be groped. Wouldn't it be nice if she could have her cake and eat it too?
Fall
By Momoko
Sango loved flying.
Seated on top of her fire-cat demon mount, Sango could spend literally hours in the skies above the forests of her native land. Sometimes they flew so high that all she could see was a sea of green undulating in the wind, other times they flew so low, all Sango had to do was reach out and she could touch one of those leafy green bastions of nature.
Sango loved to bask in the moment... until someone broke it, that is.
Regardless of why she was flying, regardless of where she was flying, if the cursed monk flew with her it was only a matter of time before he went and ruined the moment. The meagre slap she gave him back for his infractions were nothing - Nothing! - compared to what she wanted to do. Alas! Sango was limited by the thought of actually injuring the monk (small head-wounds were harmless, but a fall from such a height? That would kill him) weighing too heavily on her conscience for her to be able to follow through.
No, Sango would have to wait until she had landed before she could retaliate honestly, and by then some new situation would have arisen to distract both of their attentions. In the thrill of the hunt for Naraku, or in amusement at the antics of the half-demon and his secret love, Sango would forget just long enough for the monk to slip onto Kirara and for the trio to become aloft once more.
He knew...
She couldn't let loose up here. She wasn't that kind of human...
But, oh! What she wouldn't do to see Miroku hit so hard once - just once - that he would fly off of their shared mount and fall fall fall down...
Into those trees.
Author: Momoko (Sarga)
Rating: PG (for homicidal thoughts)
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
Genre: Introspection, humour
Word Count: 600 words
Warnings: Miroku perversion, Sango anger
Summary: Sango loves to fly. Sango hates to be groped. Wouldn't it be nice if she could have her cake and eat it too?
Fall
By Momoko
Sango loved flying.
Seated on top of her fire-cat demon mount, Sango could spend literally hours in the skies above the forests of her native land. Sometimes they flew so high that all she could see was a sea of green undulating in the wind, other times they flew so low, all Sango had to do was reach out and she could touch one of those leafy green bastions of nature.
Sango loved to bask in the moment... until someone broke it, that is.
Regardless of why she was flying, regardless of where she was flying, if the cursed monk flew with her it was only a matter of time before he went and ruined the moment. The meagre slap she gave him back for his infractions were nothing - Nothing! - compared to what she wanted to do. Alas! Sango was limited by the thought of actually injuring the monk (small head-wounds were harmless, but a fall from such a height? That would kill him) weighing too heavily on her conscience for her to be able to follow through.
No, Sango would have to wait until she had landed before she could retaliate honestly, and by then some new situation would have arisen to distract both of their attentions. In the thrill of the hunt for Naraku, or in amusement at the antics of the half-demon and his secret love, Sango would forget just long enough for the monk to slip onto Kirara and for the trio to become aloft once more.
He knew...
She couldn't let loose up here. She wasn't that kind of human...
But, oh! What she wouldn't do to see Miroku hit so hard once - just once - that he would fly off of their shared mount and fall fall fall down...
Into those trees.