There's a layer of mist blanketing his hair, and the silver strands brush her skin, wetting her cheeks as he bends to her ear.
"Are you afraid?"
His whisper sends a shiver down her spine, and she pushes back just enough to look up at his face. "No."
Sesshoumaru tilts his head, eyes blinking slowly as he watches her. Considers her.
Sees into her.
She holds his gaze, unmoving.
Minutes pass by, neither saying a word, and then she catches the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth, and his hand slides down her arm to her own.
"Come."
A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted in the Feudal Connection Awards! WCTR took 3rd place in the Best Serial category! I appreciate you all!
I hope you enjoyed this drop. The specifics of what's going on will come with the next. Until then, I hope you all have a lovely week! Be well!