Sango feels it doesn’t quite apply, but she has no time to respond. He’s got her by the waist and they’ve broke into a run. She can barely keep up, and soon they’re running so fast she wonders how he can see so well in the dark.
Most of her thoughts are left in the dust, along with Takeda’s castle. One of the few that can catch up is tugging at her: where did Hatchi go, and where has he been for all this time?
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They travel throughout the night, and when day breaks he sleeps.
Sango is home again. She watches the sunrise, Kohaku limp by her side, his head upon her shoulder. The scent of dirt and blood is thick in the air, he’s cloaked and covered with it - just the scent, though, for his clothes and skin and hair look clean. Faced forward, Sango is sobbing and trembling in place because she can’t figure out why.
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His smile is wrongSango tries not to let a frown cross her features, tries not to let anything bother her. It’s only a couple more days’ time before they should reach
( ... )
Where are the others? Sango wonders as she finally allows his hands beneath her clothes. They seem almost reluctant, but her own hands are already removing his. But he doesn’t answer. He can’t read minds, only bodies.
The feel of him inside her is like a missing key finally turning up. She clings to him, squirming upon his lap, kissing his shoulder, nails leaving trails along their backs. Her chest heaves in time with his thrusts, and she squeezes in time as well. She hasn’t felt this energetic, raw, or primal in years. She sighs and screams silently because it feels too good to be true, and when she comes, she can’t help but feel sorry for her husband.
But Sango feels no regret. It’s just enough proof she needs for now.
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Sango returns home, and she looks for him but doesn’t find him anywhere.
-What she was once able to ignore with enough effort applied, has become unstable and out of control
( ... )
Behind her crouches a distraught young man with fox legs, a fox tail, and rusty red hair tied up in a high ponytail.
Seeing is believing…
“Sango?”
…and Sango has him pinned to the concave wall in an instant.
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Sango won’t move from the depression in the earth, angry and sobbing. She tries to push him away if he comes close, but still he stays, usually along the edge somewhere. The middle tends to be her favorite spot. He wonders if maybe it’s because that’s where he was when it happened. The point of consumption. Every few hours he tries to lure her out with food, but she claims she’s not hungry. She shies away from his touch, cringes if he tries to hold her, so he simply sighs and watches over her from afar. She’s only human; she can’t stay in that depression forever
( ... )
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Most of her thoughts are left in the dust, along with Takeda’s castle. One of the few that can catch up is tugging at her: where did Hatchi go, and where has he been for all this time?
-
They travel throughout the night, and when day breaks he sleeps.
Sango is home again. She watches the sunrise, Kohaku limp by her side, his head upon her shoulder. The scent of dirt and blood is thick in the air, he’s cloaked and covered with it - just the scent, though, for his clothes and skin and hair look clean. Faced forward, Sango is sobbing and trembling in place because she can’t figure out why.
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His smile is wrongSango tries not to let a frown cross her features, tries not to let anything bother her. It’s only a couple more days’ time before they should reach ( ... )
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The feel of him inside her is like a missing key finally turning up. She clings to him, squirming upon his lap, kissing his shoulder, nails leaving trails along their backs. Her chest heaves in time with his thrusts, and she squeezes in time as well. She hasn’t felt this energetic, raw, or primal in years. She sighs and screams silently because it feels too good to be true, and when she comes, she can’t help but feel sorry for her husband.
But Sango feels no regret. It’s just enough proof she needs for now.
-
Sango returns home, and she looks for him but doesn’t find him anywhere.
-What she was once able to ignore with enough effort applied, has become unstable and out of control ( ... )
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Behind her crouches a distraught young man with fox legs, a fox tail, and rusty red hair tied up in a high ponytail.
Seeing is believing…
“Sango?”
…and Sango has him pinned to the concave wall in an instant.
-
Sango won’t move from the depression in the earth, angry and sobbing. She tries to push him away if he comes close, but still he stays, usually along the edge somewhere. The middle tends to be her favorite spot. He wonders if maybe it’s because that’s where he was when it happened. The point of consumption. Every few hours he tries to lure her out with food, but she claims she’s not hungry. She shies away from his touch, cringes if he tries to hold her, so he simply sighs and watches over her from afar. She’s only human; she can’t stay in that depression forever ( ... )
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