Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha but I'm happy to borrow characters from it.
Darkened
In the muted glow of her oil lamp she watches him rest peacefully.
He is still healing after his latest border defence. Heavy burns mar his beautiful skin.
Poison pushed out by his body is still bubbling in the corners of some of his scars.
He is lucky to be alive. Luckier still to have her as a mate: their countless twinings have greatly heightened his tolerance to poison.
In her mind's eye she sees him kneeling before her, hair and eyes as wild and free as his heart.
Return to me!
She leans in, silver spilling, to press her lips to the wound.
He does not stir.
With no reason to hide her gaze she takes in his sleeping form, tries to inscribe every detail into her memory.
His hair is darkened silver. His cheek markings, still vivid against his pale skin, are the colour of forget-me-nots.
A fine-point canine peaks out on one side.
He looks so young.
He is so young.
A mere eight, nearly nine centuries.
There is so much time. So much time in the world, and he has had so little.
She sighs softly.
So little left.
Author's Note: I'm still here, I'm just in the middle of moving. I'll do my best to keep updating. Sorry for not being able to reply to your kind comments individually. They do mean the world though, so thank you all for writing them!