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For tragicamente, 1 of 2 drabbles:
Sesshoumaru/Older!Rin - long; silent
Long was Sesshoumaru's hair; silent was his countenance.
That was what Rin had thought, long ago. He had been simple then, as simple as everything else in the world was: the grass under her feet, the shrill cries of the birds, the terrifying bliss of flying.
Long was Sesshoumaru's face; silent was his heart.
That was what Rin realized as she grew older, slowly evolving into a womanhood that never quite fit. She ought to feel shame for wandering the forests like a little girl, barely clad and often filthy, but she didn't care. Her kimono, beautiful the first time Sesshoumaru brought it to her, was now brown, dry with failed expectations and unvoiced hopes.
Long was Sesshoumaru's life; silent was his sorrow.
This is what Rin had learned. The hard way, she had to admit, as she lay in his tireless arms, wheezing with age and trying to wipe away her own girlish tears with a frail, wrinkled hand. She'd already lived longer than most. There were surprisingly few things she wanted to say to him, save one. One sentence, that, Rin was sure, he would not want to hear. Even on the brink of death, she knew her master well.
Long was Rin's love; silent was her passing.
She never told him. But she loved him.
Silently watching her go, Sesshoumaru never asked.