Title: The "What Might Have Beens"
Theme: Inuyasha; Set #1 Theme #6- Nostalgic
Genre: Romance, Angst
Characters: Inuyasha/Kikyo
Word Count: 250
Rating: General+
Summary: Gack... more introspection...
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'Love is something eternal- the aspect may change, but not the essence.' -Vincent Van Gogh
She stood in front of him, her red robes a muted tone in the pale moonlight. Though her hands stood still and calm at her sides, her soul-stealers writhed seductively around him, winding about his arms and legs. He closed his eyes, almost involuntarily, as the cool breeze lifted his hair and danced along his flushed skin.
He took a step closer to her, his eyes fluttering open as his nose filled with her scent. Warm amber eyes met smoky brown ones, his gaze burning right through hers.
She smiled then- slowly, subtly- and moved forward until she was mere inches from him. The soul stealers stilled then, ceasing their dance and hanging overhead, suspended.
He could sense nothing but her- as close as she was, she filled his entire vision. Slowly, she extended her arms, the full sleeves falling back to reveal her slim, white hands. Gracefully as ever, she began to place her hands on his shoulders when he stopped her, his calloused hands catching hers and holding them raised between them.
Reverently, he looked down at her, a wistful look on his normally hard features. Leaning down to her, he said slowly, "We can never be the way we were, can we." Her gaze fell, fixed on their joined hands. Gently, she pulled her own hands out of his grasp.
As the two left, to go their separate way, the forest was left in peace, the moonlight showing no sign that it had even been disturbed.