I wrote this quite a while ago for a place on livejournal, I thought I'd post it here anyway, little mistakes included.
- Shade -
Her fingers wound in his hair, she smiled.
Sesshoumaru looked down on her, seeing only the eyes and not the face and body that had grown thin and frail with time.
Half a century had slipped like water through the cracks in their cupped hands. Hearts and fingers laced proved a thin shield to time, and eventually it had risen to separate what should have never been.
She had found him against a tree, littered with wounds, and attempted to pull the sword from his pride. His hair had been red, on fire with the dying sun. She had come to him, drawn by the blood-colored hair that had seemed to drip and spread so that his eyes looked at her with blood as well.
Hauled from the clammy depths of Hell and away from the cold fingers that threatened to drown, she woke up in his hands. His hair was blue, falling messed and uneven to touch her face. And she followed it to his eyes.
Feet in the dirt and hands to the sky, she followed in footsteps too large for her, but was determined not to fall. His hair was white, and she was content to only follow and never lead when there was him to depend on. She watched the sun light his eyes.
Warm palm to her cheek, for the second time she was lifted from death to see him. His hair was silver, so brilliant against dark eyes. Her hand held his, and she watched him breathe.
Her fingers wound in his hair, the smile faded. The gray strands that clung to her led to the empty eyes of a tired demon.
But then how could he be so tired, when she was so much herself? Thin lips offered a weak kiss to the hair that led to his eyes, and she heard herself fall away into the stillness of forever. He stared down at bright hair against dark. And he crumbled next to the girl who'd become a woman.