AN: Written for the "Quiet" drabble challenge at mirsan_fics on LJ.
Pairing: Miroku/Sango
Word count: 100
Genre: Angst
Soothe
The prayer beads constrict around his hand, but underneath he feels the burn, seeping into his blood and scratching across his nerves. Miroku looks down, makes a strained fist and frowns.
Naraku is laughing – right now; he hears the cacophony of doom echo inside his head. He doesn't have much time left.
Then, before he weeps, a soft hand rests over his curse. In her eyes, he sees the fear, but he also sees something else: determination. She still refuses to give up on him.
Suddenly, his brain lulls into silence. Sango's hope quiets the beast of damnation for now.