Title: Dance
Author: DawningAurora
Word count: 427
Universe: Alternate Universe
Rating: K
Summary: A demon and a miko dance with the limits of who they are and who they must be.
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
― Friedrich Nietzsche
When she rises, it is in the softness of a cotton padded bed, replete with her favorite pink pillows and comfortable sheets. Her descent to wakefulness is gentle, filled with the left over peace from her dream.
She rises with the sun, for once and decides to surprise her mother with breakfast. To her dismay, Mama is already there before her. They laugh it off with a peculiar sense of falling in place.
She helps her mother with breakfast. There is enough time for her to head upstairs and finish her left-over homework. Switching her completely anti-user friendly monster of a computer on, she decides to go down for breakfast. She knows that by the time she gets back, it will have loaded completely.
Breakfast is a noisy affair with her brother attempting to sneak vegetables to Buyo and getting soundly scratched for his efforts. Mama watches with a discreet smile and gentle admonishments. Grandpa is waxing poetic on the art of making amulets with lizard bones.
Kagome smiles at the domestic familiarity of the scene before she begins to feel oddly dizzy. Their voices begin to fade away in the humdrum in her mind. The scene wavers and begins to fade in the way only dreams do.
She is panicked and thrashing as she wakes up to another sun. This one is brighter and more golden than hers. This time there is no peace in her descent to wakefulness. It is instead filled with dread. Blindly she turns to Sesshomaru, pleading for a measure of comfort. Impassive gold eyes meet her own. She turns hers earthwards. She rises and goes about her morning task with a sleep-deprived mind and a grief-weighed heart.
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Sesshomaru looks on expressionlessly as the spasms of her limbs and furrow in her brow intensify. There is a small butterfly fluttering in his heart on wings made of worry. He brushes it away with a careless and uncertain hand. There were no demons threatening her physically therefore, it was not his problem. He had made entirely too many allowances on account of that woman. He was not going to make any more.
It did not stop the said butterfly from fluttering madly around.
When he rose, it was to shake the restlessness from his limbs. When he made tea, he set out two glasses because tea made for one person does not taste quite as well.
When a small smile graces her lips, the warmth that spreads within him is due to the tea and not the smile of an ephemeral miko.
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Prompt- User Friendly.
Posted on 25th February.
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-Aurora