Title: Perfection
Prompt: Drabble/Drawble #5: Vision
Word Count: 100 exactly
Sesshoumaru watched as the love of his life exited the doctor's office. Her once thick, black hair now had streaks of grey at the temples. Her hands shook ever so slightly, no longer steady enough to draw back a bow and set an arrow. A few age spots, very small, had appeared on her shoulders.
"Large freckles," she brushed them off. He wasn't convinced. His nose told him of the slow decay of her mortal body. His sharp eyes took in the extra wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. "Laugh lines!" she chided.
She was aging. Still, she was perfection.