Notes: written for and on the morning after August 13: 13/8. Nightfall may be having too much fun.
Reversing Photosynthesis
(a drabble)
by Nightfall
Nothing could have been worse. Sheathed in a thousand writhing, venomous puppets, he'll think they swarmed from his hands, blood crawling from under his nails. Pale hair drifting across a cringing tunic, leaves flinching from the sky, but the fool won't fight, cocooned in his own shame, won't move.
I want something I don't have to protect.
But this is the world.
"MATEN--"
"Sanzo!"
The world is bright?
"Sanzo, it's just an inchworm."
The world has curtains. A blanket. And--
"Can't you be merciful?"
And Hakkai, laughing.
"Fuck off."
"Certainly, if you’re awake enough?"
"...Possibly."
"Good morning, then."
...Possibly.
[end]