If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart.

[amberdrake]

Who: Amberdrake and Sanzo
What: Hanging out on the roof at night with good tea and good company.
Where: The old dojo in Howl Barrow
When: Night-time, present-day.
Notes: --
Warnings: Vague discussion of past rape.

It's been a long and somewhat wearying day for Baedal's one and only kestra'chern. He's done with his final client of the day long after sunset, and has cleaned up and then...

Well, he's climbed up onto the roof of the dojo. With a pot of tea, and two cups, and a small box, and a blanket, which he wraps himself up in before sitting down and putting the tea things together.

Then, Amberdrake sits back and watches the sky for a while, letting the stars and the strange three moons make his mind drift. It's rather peaceful.

Comments

[amberdrake]

"Ten years," Drake sighs, and rests the side of his head against Sanzo's shoulder, through the blanket. Just thinking about it makes him want to haul the blanket over them the rest of the way, curl up around Sanzo, and not move for a week.

He'll settle for putting his head on the priest's shoulder, for a variety of pretty obvious reasons. Practicality being a big one.

Ten years is a long time to miss somebody.

[sanzo]

"...Aaa."

Sanzo carefully leans his cheek against Amberdrake's sleek black hair, and sighs faintly, too.