The Taijiya, Sango

"If there's a youkai to get rid of, just count on me to do it, alright?" Sango is one of the last two surviving slayers from a well-known village that had been brutally slaughtered by a manipulative demon called Naraku. She travels with her friends to hunt down Naraku and save her only little brother, Kohaku. An indie RP blog for Sango from InuYasha. This is a sideblog to resilienthanyou. Tracking tag: willfulslayer

[rifurekshon-blog]

Right from the start you were a thief              you stole my heart;              and I, your willing victim, I let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty               and with every touch                                                  you fixed them.

[willfulslayer]

"Do I know you?" {{ if it's cool c: }}

Her expression varied between confusion, skepticism, and concern. Considering that she found him catching and enjoying the attention of a group of women in front of her, the slayer thought a love tap against his head with Hiraikotsu was what he deserved, like usual. In hindsight, knocking him out may have been a bit too much, even for him.

"Don’t play dumb, houshi-sama…" Her tone may have carried a bit of doubt in herself. Worrying her bottom lip, she helped him sit up, asking him a question to deter the uncertainty.  "You don’t even give me a second thought, don’t you?"

[oholymonk]

"A man with little life left has no time to spare on formalities with other women, Sango." Miroku explained as they travelled. "You see, in the event that this curse upon my hand devours me completely, I would like to have an heir, somewhere, that can continue on this journey of revenge and extraction. Surely you know this."

Pausing in his step, the monk turned to Sango with a straight face. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve not laid a hand on your backside, or any side of you, really, in quite a while.” His straight face, however, scrunched into a playfully knowing expression as he continued jovially, “Unless, perhaps, you miss it?” he extended a hand towards her experimentally. 

[willfulslayer]

Her grip on the strap tightened until her hand shook. A distraction was painfully needed now as she focused intently on what was ahead of them. Beyond all of the huts, near the border of the woods, she could see their friends waiting for them. Don't say this. You will live. You will survive! She sucked in a breath as her thoughts teetered between despair and her stubborn denial.

It took her a second to realize Miroku had stopped. Turning to him, she met his deep blue eyes with some reluctance. He was such an amiable monk that it was almost easy to forget about how urgent his curse was. Seeing the light in his gaze, after what he said, made her heart ache. Catching his hand, she pursed her lips. It hadn't been long, but she missed the playful side of him already. "Even without the Kazaana," she murmured the curse like a nightmare come reality before her voice strengthened, "I can bet that you would still be a perverted monk. If lechery is on your mind, then keep your hands off of me."

[rifurekshon-blog]

                  It’s in the stars     it’s been written in the scars on our hearts            that we’re not broken, just bent                                             and we can learn to love again.

[willfulslayer]

"Do I know you?" {{ if it's cool c: }}

Her expression varied between confusion, skepticism, and concern. Considering that she found him catching and enjoying the attention of a group of women in front of her, the slayer thought a love tap against his head with Hiraikotsu was what he deserved, like usual. In hindsight, knocking him out may have been a bit too much, even for him.

"Don’t play dumb, houshi-sama…" Her tone may have carried a bit of doubt in herself. Worrying her bottom lip, she helped him sit up, asking him a question to deter the uncertainty.  "You don’t even give me a second thought, don’t you?"

[oholymonk]

The majority of the monk’s sense returned at the dryness of the slayer’s voice. Oh. That’s right. He definitely knew this dangerous flower before him. “I wouldn’t call it ‘playing dumb’ so much as ‘losing myself in beauty.’” With a shrug, the monk released the delicate hands of the woman he was with to face Sango with his usual guise.

"I suppose you’re here to corral me back, hm?" Honestly, it was nothing he was unused to. With a smug smile, he grabbed his staff, bade farewell to the young ladies, and started ahead of Sango, pausing once to look back at her. "For the record, you’re always the first on my mind."

[willfulslayer]

One of Sango's hands went straight for the leather strap of Hiraikotsu resting across her chest for support, lest she react violently against his sweet-talking again. It was really one of the most effective ways to deal with something she didn't know how to react to, however, the previous act that had left him unconscious for a minute may have left her a bit regretful of her actions.

Her gaze lowered to the path ahead of them, trying to distract herself from the heat crawling up her neck as she joined his side shortly. "That's hardly flattering when you're with a different woman nearly every time I look at you," she bit out with her brows drawing together. It was an almost endearing thing to say, disregarding the circumstances, but like hell she was going to admit that to him! 

[willfulslayer]

"Do I know you?" {{ if it's cool c: }}

Her expression varied between confusion, skepticism, and concern. Considering that she found him catching and enjoying the attention of a group of women in front of her, the slayer thought a love tap against his head with Hiraikotsu was what he deserved, like usual. In hindsight, knocking him out may have been a bit too much, even for him.

"Don't play dumb, houshi-sama..." Her tone may have carried a bit of doubt in herself. Worrying her bottom lip, she helped him sit up, asking him a question to deter the uncertainty.  "You don't even give me a second thought, don't you?"

[willfulslayer]

Hurt/wounded sentence starters

"Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..."

"The world's not as bad as you think it is."

"Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal."

"It hurts."

"Call an ambulance!"

"Help me."

"Are you all right?"

"No, stay with me. Stay awake."

"Wake up!"

"We need to get out of here."

"Forget it."

"I can patch you up. You'll be fine."

"Stop complaining!"

"Who did this to you?"

"What are you doing in a hospital-- why are you bleeding?"

"It's just a flesh wound."

"What do you mean, you're okay?"

"Put it down."

"How did this one happen, exactly?"

"If you didn't want her to slap you, you shouldn't've been an idiot."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Do you remember me?"

"Do I know you?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Don't speak. Just.. look at me."

"Keep your eyes open."

"Look at me."

"It's allowed to hurt."

"I can't do this!"

"Just let it happen."

"I don't care. If it will save you, I'll do it."

"I'd do ANYTHING to keep you alive so don't for a second tell me to not worry."

"You're meant to be stronger than this."

"Pull something out that will fix this. You always have something."

"I'm not actually a doctor."

"IS THERE A DOCTOR ON THE TRAIN?"

"Stop moving."

"Shut up for once, would you?"

[meme-archive]

Anon or not, pretend you are my character's parent(s), and tell them what you think about their life choices.

[midnighthasset]

This… could hurt.

[ohthatsjustnotfair]

i want this, but i don’t want the pain

[steexosaurus]

[wildsurvival]

[xmusings-tobedeleted-deactivate]

            i am determined                                                        i am brave             i am confident

   but am i not allowed a moment of weakness?

[psych-facts]

Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.

C. S. Lewis  (via ambermozo)

[txmari]

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,

I’m sorry that I survived,

And if I could go back in time

You never would have died

[redhxnded-archive-blog]

many of my favourite hetero ships are basically the guy being totally in awe of his amazing warrior girlfriend like she could punch him in the face and he’d thank her

[knightandknights]

by LAURA SAVA

[ask-the-hanyou]

by ほぽ

[ask-the-hanyou]

*Do not remove source! Permission to repost was granted by artist.*

[affectionategemini]

       —{  and at that very moment…

                  everything    {     s    h    a    t    t    e    r    e    d     }

[willfulslayer]

Nimble fingers sifted through blonde fur, each motion weighing heavier with the feeling of restlessness. Before her stood the strong, yet worn, walls of her home. Hidden in the middle of thick forests and settled on the swell of a hill, Sango could only wish that she could hear her once lively village. Instead, a serene silence greeted her.

Is Midoriko watching over my kin? The slayer blinked away the sting of tears as her gaze dropped to the bouquet of lilies in her hand. "It's hard to believe," she murmured, "that it's been two years since then, ne, Kirara?" The large feline purred and nudged her with enough of her weight to make Sango take a step to keep her footing. "Let's go."

[willfulslayer]

                                      I want to make ʟᴏᴠᴇ                                                  but my hair smells of war & running                                                                          & r u n n i n g .