Nightfall's Nest: West Wing

Notes: Bethany's latest fic (which, although unrelated, is fantastic) reminded me I wanted to write this. My mind works in strange tangents.

All the Perfumes of Araby
by Nightfall

Gojyo is warm, and his warmth is a gift given knowingly, willingly.

It's precious, it's necessary, it's haven. It's not reassuring.

Gojyo has rotten taste in friends. Gojyo has no judgement, no discrimination. Gojyo is compassionate. Gojyo is forgiving. Gojyo loves the world. Gojyo still considers Banri a friend. Gojyo could like anybody.

When the windows are wet and his hands are dripping, Hakkai will share a room with Sanzo's gun.
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