It was four-thirty in the morning when the lock turned. Tiptoed steps crept tacitly before a noisy thud echoed. Muffled curses followed in a thwarted hiss.
It did not wake him, he had not been asleep.
Rising from bed, Sesshomaru slipped through the halls in cat-like grace. He spotted her slanting and clutching a foot, and before she toppled, he held her still.
There was a scent he did not like.
His voice was hushed, like a nighttime stream. "You are alright?"
Owlish orbs traced a lean silhouette. Hers was a dulcet whisper, brushing past liquor-ghosted lips. "I am alright."
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Posted: April 27, 2020