N for Nails
It was red last week.
The Western Lord had a moment of panic; he had thought that her toes were bleeding. But his nostrils made him see that it wasn't blood.
This week it was blue. A paint of Royal blue in those squared little crowns, it was as if the world's richest sapphires had gathered around, finally chosen her as a worthy and licked her feet.
She had coloured Rin's in pink, smudged it with glitters that spat out rainbows every time when her toes were bathed in beams of golden Sun. Sesshomaru almost had a wild thought to loot those glitters and pour it on Inuyasha, but then he had seen how the miko's eyes narrowed last week when he had tried to kill the mangy wolf.
Somehow the demon lord didn't like getting in to her hate list and he knew that even though it would be downright hilarious to see the hanyou covered in specs of twinkles, it wouldn't sit well with his miko. So he sighed and let go of his master plan.
There was an ordeal with one of shard drunk demon that night. There was growling, yelling and a final whip from the lord's palm that silenced the opponent. The shards were gathered, purified and there were all merry except for the tall silver haired dog demon.
There was a tiniest tear in his silk kimino, in the edge of his shoulder, under his armour and he was displeased.
The moon had sunk and the star of morning had kissed the sky, and the lord almost smiled.
Her toes were red again, but in each nail there was a small white flower with six petals that had once adorned his silk sleeves.
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