It was his turn to take watch as the others hunkered down &’ rested up. Tasuki didn’t really MIND the responsibility, but it was awfully LONELY; not that he would ever admit to it. His b- ack had found the bark of the tree, head tilting back as he st- ared up at the starry sky above their heads.
Nothing filled the silence but the sound of the night &’ the li- ght snores of his companions. It was PEACEFUL, somethi- ng he could GET USED TO. Knee bent &’ elbow propped up- on it as a perch, he kept an eye &’ ear out for any possible dangers.
It was the strained sound of one the sleeping party that ha- d caught his attention. Amber hues flitted to the source, &’ somehow, he wasn’t very SURPRISED that it came from th- eir valued PRIESTESS.
Quietly stalking to his feet, the fire user picked his way throu- gh the mass of sleeping forms. Crouching before Miaka, he studied her features, brows creased together. Tasuki often f- elt bad for their Priestess, who harbored the weight of so man- y worries &’ responsibilities. It was so UNFAIR, &’ if he could take it all away from her, he would.
Reaching a hand out, he placed it upon the top of her head, f- ingers soothingly sifting through the chocolate locks she had let loose. Casting Tamahome, who was sleeping very close by, Tasuki let out a sharp sigh through his nose.
Leaning down, lips brushed just SLIGHTLY over the back of her eyes. Pulling back, he returned to his post, hoping that t- he slightest comfort was enough to ease her troubles – even if just temporarily.
Damn it, how did it come to this? He thought he was one of th- e only one who hasn’t fallen into her web, but he was just like the REST OF THEM.