Beneath her window, caught in pale, ghostly beams of moonlight, he stands. Waits.
Kagome stares.
Her pulse races, eyes wide and fixed as she takes in the sight of him. He's closer than he was last night, more casually dressed. His hair is tied back again, his markings covered. But she'd know him anywhere and in any century.
Even looking just a little older.
Her face softens, blood slowing in her veins "Hi."
A small smile. "Hello, Miko."
Reflexively, her heart flutters, and she rests her elbows on the sill, propping her chin in her hands. "Can you come up?"
A/N: More to come on this, but this is my stopping point for today. Thank you for reading and for all your comments!