PURPLE MOON
rating: G
genre: parody
pairing: Sesshoumaru / Kagome – sort of
summary: She has what he has come for, what he longs for, what attracts him. She has...
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Under the twin canopies of night sky and swaying trees, she kneels and waits.
Calm...
Silent...
...knowing.
She knows that he will come, feels it in the very marrow of her bones, in every fiber of her being.
She anticipates it.
And as trees sway above her while the sounds of nature pass by, still she continues to wait in endless patience. She knows him, knows that she has what he wants and that he is one who goes after what it is that he desires. She knows that he will come -
- and he does not disappoint.
There is a subtle shift in the air; a parting of darkness and ominous shadows, an encroaching sense of danger.
She does not move.
Moonlight glitters and falls...
...across a purple moon...
She sees, she smiles...
...and she welcomes.
Shadows fall away as his features come more into view, revealing his full glory bathed in the natural lights of the night. He moves, comes closer, stops before her and towers over her, features calm and cool and regal in bearing.
He gazes down at her, a look meant to be intimidating, meant to send fools screaming into the darkness.
She isn't bothered; she continues to smile.
Gold eyes gleam in silent demand.
She understands.
The air vibrates with unnamed tension around them, between them, while the knowledge of the foundations upon which such rendezvous are based lies unspoken. Both know that this has not been the first of such encounters and both know that this will not be the last.
She has what he has come for...
She has what he longs for...
She has what attracts him...
He reaches out a clawed hand, the tips gleaming dangerously in the faint light.
She grasps, lifts, offers...
...and he takes what she offers.
Their business is done. Words are unspoken as he turns and walks away, swallowed by the surrounding darkness.
She remains behind, silent, smiling...
...and knowing that he will return again.
Because she has what he wants...
She has what lures him...
...obsesses him...
...draws him again and again...
She has...
POCKY.
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owari
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AN: For those who may not know, pocky is a Japanese snack. It's a thin stick-like biscuit usually covered in some type of flavored fudge like chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry. They're very yummy! =D
rating: G
genre: parody
pairing: Sesshoumaru / Kagome – sort of
summary: She has what he has come for, what he longs for, what attracts him. She has...
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Under the twin canopies of night sky and swaying trees, she kneels and waits.
Calm...
Silent...
...knowing.
She knows that he will come, feels it in the very marrow of her bones, in every fiber of her being.
She anticipates it.
And as trees sway above her while the sounds of nature pass by, still she continues to wait in endless patience. She knows him, knows that she has what he wants and that he is one who goes after what it is that he desires. She knows that he will come -
- and he does not disappoint.
There is a subtle shift in the air; a parting of darkness and ominous shadows, an encroaching sense of danger.
She does not move.
Moonlight glitters and falls...
...across a purple moon...
She sees, she smiles...
...and she welcomes.
Shadows fall away as his features come more into view, revealing his full glory bathed in the natural lights of the night. He moves, comes closer, stops before her and towers over her, features calm and cool and regal in bearing.
He gazes down at her, a look meant to be intimidating, meant to send fools screaming into the darkness.
She isn't bothered; she continues to smile.
Gold eyes gleam in silent demand.
She understands.
The air vibrates with unnamed tension around them, between them, while the knowledge of the foundations upon which such rendezvous are based lies unspoken. Both know that this has not been the first of such encounters and both know that this will not be the last.
She has what he has come for...
She has what he longs for...
She has what attracts him...
He reaches out a clawed hand, the tips gleaming dangerously in the faint light.
She grasps, lifts, offers...
...and he takes what she offers.
Their business is done. Words are unspoken as he turns and walks away, swallowed by the surrounding darkness.
She remains behind, silent, smiling...
...and knowing that he will return again.
Because she has what he wants...
She has what lures him...
...obsesses him...
...draws him again and again...
She has...
POCKY.
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owari
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AN: For those who may not know, pocky is a Japanese snack. It's a thin stick-like biscuit usually covered in some type of flavored fudge like chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry. They're very yummy! =D