Summary: A drabble requested by a friend, with the prompt: contentedness/understanding.
Flutterby
In his eyes she found strength and contempt, but when they were touched by the sun, the gold of his irises gleaming, she saw something else: chaos.
He glanced at her, as if she were nearly important enough for the movement, and scoffed. "Mortal eyes are best kept closed."
Kagome snapped her head down to stare at her lap, but not before she noticed the momentary waver of his eyes, as if he could not turn away, before he jerked his head around (albeit smoothly) and slipped away, his long hair swishing in his wake. Fleetingly, her mind's eye seemed to have caught his own.
And she realized then that Sesshoumaru was not that far off from Inuyasha.
They were both as jaded as their eyes.
The End