#lost-combustion

Gift for @lost-combustion, their lovely boy, Caspian c:

Meet an AU version of my Muse! // accepting

@lost-combustion​ said:  ZAP!

( サンゴ ) ———

                “ Ehh? ” Curious, drawn-out and almost OFFENDED for the simplicity of divided focus. Sango’s mind was never a quiet place and her tranquility in thought and attention was sacred to her. FOUL temper was immediate and forever present in the twenty-year-old kobun ; the BLACK of her eyes deep and penetrating with intolerance and razors edged STEEL.  This person was about to be caught in the crosshairs, and with the amount of illegal arms on her and the Yakuza that waited on the other end of this track ; touching meant DEATH by mere chance of exposure and recollection. Not even the ‘idea’ could be entertained.

After all, the offender had merely taken space next to her on the train and had brushed against her in the crowd of jostling bodies.

Without removing the earbuds, or making a show of turning down the volume OR removing her hands from her pockets --- where one hand was always entertaining a switch, or some sort of trick blade. Today it was a butterfly. Bubblegum snapped and a warning glance is given.  In her ear, static sizzled --- a question is posed by a young female voice and simultaneously discarded in favor of discretion and GLACIAL apathy.