It's sundown when he slips away.
Kagome sits with her cheek on the ledge of a window, watching from their room as he slips out the gates into beams of orange and pink.
It's quite a sight—always is. In a moment, he'll only be a silhouette against the burning disc of a waning sun. But for now, she enjoys the way the dying light refracts off his silver hair and white clothes, painting him in vibrant hues.
She pouts half-heartedly at his back before giving into a smile. His eyes would be like fire right now.
"Like fire and ice," she whispers, and her own grow heavy with the memory of their mien.
He stops before she is lost to nostalgia.
Something fluttery quivers in stomach, a sudden breathlessness taking over her as her heart begins to pound. She bolts upright, her attention focused on the scene before her.
Unseen, winds begin to whip his hair about, and she leans forward, enthralled by this uninhibited, wild part of him that never ceases to send a thrill down her spine.
She sighs. "I love this. Love you."
Red eyes more brilliant than the sunset suddenly glance back.
And he smiles.
A/N: This day's droubble is dedicated to CookieMonster86. Love you, friend.
Great liberties taken with the prompt for this day. We'll think of it more as "thrill" than "thriller." Creative license. lol