Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I'm just borrowing some of the characters.
Unveil
She blinks unfocused eyes.
Sturdy warmth behind her reminds her of her safety.
Coarse silver hair tickles her bare shoulder.
She presses soft kisses onto the arm enveloping her, absentmindedly.
Her welling energy nudges a gentle rumble from her partner.
She responds in kind, to quell his worries.
She thinks she ought to know better by now, that would not work.
Warm eyes seek hers.
Tender kisses land on her upturned mouth, her cheeks and her mark.
She cannot hide the tremor snaking through her, as her eyes close.
"You saw it again."
A nod.
"The peach blossom season has always affected you so."
A sigh.
"I have been neglecting you and Sesshomaru. He is getting less child-like by the day. You must feel lonely."
"You are a good father. Sesshomaru worships you."
A chuckle.
"How did we get to comforting me here? I was trying to comfort you."
His eyes bare his heart as always and she wants to be as open as he is for once.
Words feel like skittish carp in a pond, still she tries.
Brokenly, she recalls sprigs of blossoms, the red, tiered platform.
There are dolls arranged on it, dressed according to rank, in the latest fashions of the human courts.
Women with pale faces and moth-like brows.
Twelve-layered robes, luxurious and regal.
"But the girl isn't."
"No. She wears ill-fitting simple garb. Ragged. Her hair is short. Even for a child."
"Shorn?"
The voice catches in her throat as she whispers what she knows to be the truth.
"Unfed."
He pulls her to his chest, wishing he could ward her from pain.
Powerless to do anything other than offer meagre comfort, he continues his gentle motions.
Before his mind's eye her vision comes to life: lone, hurt girl-child. Encroaching darkness. Unwavering purity. Uniyelding, toothy smile.
A deep breath.
"The doll always falls from the girl's hand. It shatters…and so does she. She dies. The light gone from her eyes is the last moment of the vision."
"Poor child."
His touch lends her the strength she needs.
"My child! Mine!"
It's the merest of whispers but she feels the echoes throughout the room, through both their bodies.
There's so much turbulence in the air that it takes her a few moments to realise that it is all her own energy crackling around them.
Fingers tenderly brush her cheek wiping away tears that cannot fall.
The silence spreads around them.
He does not let go of her for the rest of the night.
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I'm still alive. Managing tempests has severely impacted my ability to psychoanalyse fictional characters, but rest assured I still do it, albeit much more slowly. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Happy Hina Matsuri (Girl's Day)! Spring is almost here! I hope you're all safe and happy~