07. Quixotic
Television forgotten—and never truly noted in the first place—Sesshomaru stood, paper crinkling in his pocket.
He saw her next note instantly, stuck carefully in the space between the wall and the doorjamb of the living room. Noting absently that she had led him in a circle and that he would soon be back where he started, Sesshomaru plucked the note free and leaned against the wall to read it.
I always told myself that I would never fall to silly, childish displays…but I've always told myself a lot of things, and so far, you are the only person—the only man to make me forget my own promises. And, husband of mine, I find that I don't care.
How terribly quixotic.
Her dry humor—something that she had no doubt picked up from him, made him smile, and he tucked the note into his pocket with the others.
Stepping into the hall, he looked up to see five sheets of paper, unfolded, taped to the wall. They were staggered, and as he followed their line, he noticed light filtering from beneath the crack of their bedroom door.
Seconds ticked by, and then Sesshomaru reached for the next note.
Word Count: 200
