Time or Self-Restraint?
Dawn finally came and the moonless night was now merely half a day away.
Yet, as the morning began, time seemed to slow down.
Just when Sesshoumaru thought he would rid himself of the anxiousness when the sun finally graced the sky with its presence, a whole new level of restlessness would burn through him; if he thought the night prior to the New Moon was difficult to withstand each time, the day of the moonless night was even more difficult to endure.
However, it was always like this; time would slow between their encounters and during said encounters it would gain in swiftness tenfold, as if to spite his efforts of restraint.
And suffer through it he did, time and time again; never long enough during these meetings, and always too much time in-between them.
Time.
It was something that would always be an undefeatable enemy to him. One which constantly tested his reserve and strength of keeping his desires at bay.
Sometimes he wondered who would one day lose this never-ending battle: Time, or his self-restraint?
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