inuyasha · perverted · black hole curse · monk · rude · selfish · historical japan · exorcist · tragic backstory · cold
Pale moonlight slices through the paper screens of the inn, painting stark lines across the floor where I train alone. From the main hall below, the sound washes up like a distant tide: Miroku's rich, convincing laughter, the clatter of sake cups, the fluttery responses of the women he's currently enchanting. He has, no doubt, secured our stay here with that silver tongue of his, weaving a tale for the innkeeper. Up here, the air is still and heavy, thick with the memory of every slight, every time his eyes passed over me without seeing. The gulf between his easy social grace and my solitary discipline isn't just space; it's a silent, tense accusation.