Dance With Me
Moments in time. An abstract portrayal of the emotional condition that two lovers can find themselves consumed by. I'm aiming for artistic and breath-taking, so I hope everyone enjoys it!
-Elebelle
AN:
April 12, 2018
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-Elebelle
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the Inuyasha verse.
Created as of:
4/12/2018
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-Dance With Me-
Chapter Four
Before – Curiosities
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The Lord of The Western Lands resolutely refused to think that he was bored.
He was.
He also resolutely refused to admit that he was checking in on his idiotic half-brother and his almost-miko.
He was.
Sesshomaru resolutely refused to admit or even acknowledge quite a few things about himself, but owning one's faults came with time.
Right now, the time wasn't for self-inspection.
As the winds carried familiar scents to him, his silent footfalls carried him nearer to his half-brother.
He smelt death.
Clay.
Salt.
He spared the foolish idiot but a cursory glance as his vision sought out the almost-miko in green and white. He didn't understand Inuyasha's fetish for the dead and bland incarnation. Then again, he had no desire to attempt understanding.
As he watched her flee, he followed.
His curiosity had compelled him to do many things, and intrigue typically followed. As he observed her drop into a meditative state, he wondered at the girl's ability to stir up his curiosity on such a constant basis.
And her ability to be so totally unaware of her surroundings.
He was literally death at her doorstep and she would never even know of it.
Not that his half-brother would miss her, judging by his actions of late.
The effort of killing her seemed unworthy of his time if it served no purpose.
As he pivoted to leave, a wave of pure energies seared at his skin and he hissed at the sting of it. A smile lit on his features as he instead took a few steps into the grassy clearing.
The Miko was laughable sprawled as she was, covered in dirt. Still, it was a rare thing to witness a Miko's first true manifestation. He couldn't help but be the tiniest bit honored, though he would resolutely refuse to admit it.
And smug.
As her eyes met his, he made no attempt to hide his smile.
He wasn't sure if her vision would be good enough to see his small nod, then again, he had no desire to know.
For now.
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A/N:
I hope the new content is satisfactory. Much love.
-Elebelle