Prompt: Astral Projection
Takara's eyes were wide open when Sesshoumaru turned to her again.
He sat beside her on the sofa, wincing.
"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I am Sesshoumaru, your Mother's-"
Acquaintance? Associate? Friend?
Sesshoumaru remembered the scent of thunderstorms. Lightning looked exquisite when reflected in dark blue eyes.
"... Ally," he shook the old memory away as though returning to his body from astral projecting. "I have not seen her since she was 18, I believe. Regardless, you are both welcome here. I mean you no harm."
Takara yawned, before lifting her arms and making grabby hands at him.