Simple Little Things will be where I put all the little one-shots/drabbles that I've written for LJ (or anywhere else) that aren't really long enough to have their own separate files. To do that would make my list of stories waaaay too cluttered...
Most, as you would expect from me, involve Sesshoumaru, since he's so fun to pick at... Ratings will vary, but nothing is over R/M, yet.
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This was written for the Rivalry challenge at the LJ group, iyficcontest. It one first place. I got a very pretty icon as a prize (thanks to cinnamongrrl. --grin--)
Title: Giving In
Rating: G/K
Genre:
Introspection/Moping
Squicks: odd
capitalization?
Words: 203 (I can't
write short things!)
Character: Sesshoumaru
Summary: 'When young he
gave in the most, now older It gives in a little more.'
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He was a beast at heart and he embraced it, for what else was a youkai? When he was young--so long ago--he knew no other form but True and that was how he lived.
Then he grew older and larger and his father thought it best he learned the Guise. He hated it; everything was tight and small and not True grandiose. It involved discipline and patience and he lacked that.
When he was not young nor old he learned the use of both but was never quite pleased. When in Guise he wanted free to stretch, tear, and feel himself. When True he was not so fast or fleet or near invisible. Not happy with either, he chose what suited.
But then, when neither was worse or better he was torn and it ate him up inside. The Beast wanted free and clawed at his self-control. He would not give in to orders no matter his own thoughts and fought it down. When young he gave in the most, now older It gives in a little more. Will versus Will. Rival for control.
But now he is trapped. For what good is a three-legged dog?
He shouldn't have given in.