Though the sun had disappeared into the crest of the horizon, the flames from the campfire licked at the symmetrical plains of his profile; illuminating more than traces of his perfection.
They both propped up on their elbows, occasionally sharing feelings and thoughts as they appreciated one another.
"If you wont tell me who she is, can I at least make assumptions?" Silence translated to permission in daiyoukai speak.
"She is pretty."
"Naturally."
"She has power."
"Unparalleled."
"She is intelligent."
"Undoubtedly."
"She is... unconventional."
Kagome bit her lip, and Sesshoumaru tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Without question."