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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: Coming of Death
Word Count: 200
Theme: Laughter
Pairing: Sango/Kohaku
Genre: Angst
Squicks: blood and incest
Coming of Death
He was nothing more than hollow, but she could feel ragged breath indicating that he was alive. She dug her fingers into his marred flesh as she held him. He was warm there, and the blood was fresh on his back. She squished her fingers into him to know the shard was still there, ready for her.
All she had to do was release him.
Kohaku leaned against her panting. His life expiring, a monetary thought had crossed her mind. Her tears fell knowing he’d die before ever feeling a woman’s touch. There was still time without need for volunteers.
She was already here.
She felt naked against him while he was clothed in blood. Knowing that same blood belonged in her, it convinced her this was not a crime.
After she slid against his virgin flesh, she looked into his dull eyes to find reaction. She was surprised when his unexpected laughter ripped through the air.
Shivering, Sango convinced herself that her sin had been his final pleasure. His blood was under her fingernails and his ominous gutturals filled her ears.
A despairing smile on his face urged her to grasp the last of his blight existence.
Title: Coming of Death
Word Count: 200
Theme: Laughter
Pairing: Sango/Kohaku
Genre: Angst
Squicks: blood and incest
Coming of Death
He was nothing more than hollow, but she could feel ragged breath indicating that he was alive. She dug her fingers into his marred flesh as she held him. He was warm there, and the blood was fresh on his back. She squished her fingers into him to know the shard was still there, ready for her.
All she had to do was release him.
Kohaku leaned against her panting. His life expiring, a monetary thought had crossed her mind. Her tears fell knowing he’d die before ever feeling a woman’s touch. There was still time without need for volunteers.
She was already here.
She felt naked against him while he was clothed in blood. Knowing that same blood belonged in her, it convinced her this was not a crime.
After she slid against his virgin flesh, she looked into his dull eyes to find reaction. She was surprised when his unexpected laughter ripped through the air.
Shivering, Sango convinced herself that her sin had been his final pleasure. His blood was under her fingernails and his ominous gutturals filled her ears.
A despairing smile on his face urged her to grasp the last of his blight existence.
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on 2005-05-04 11:21 pm (UTC)