Sorry for the wait, but I really have no excuse other than being lazy... This drabble, by the way, is pure speculation. Please read and review!
"What's your favourite colour?"
It was a common question among humans, asking what shade in the vast possible spectrum was their favourite. It was a question that had annoyed Sesshoumaru when he was asked it, even as a child. If he had been asked by, say, his father, he would have replied with a monotone voice "White."
If he had been asked why, he would have answered that it was because of snow. Snow was calmness; it was pure, it was elegant, it took no heed of what any but the sun had to say of it. Most of all, he liked it because it covered everything with a silent blanket of death.
But now, he had a different answer. Instead of a colour of cold and silence, it was a colour of heat and roaring winds and flames. It was the colour that embodied more emotions –rage, love, laughter, pain, sorrow, freedom- than any other. And, more than anything else, it was the colour of her eyes.
Now, to the question "What is your favourite colour?" Sesshoumaru would answer "Red."