O for Old
He was left with a legacy, a throne and a strong palace. The erstwhile Lord and Lady of the West were fine collectors of rare treasury, drenched in richness and invested in things that sparkled.
His idea of treasury list was different, limited and confined; his Rin and his newly renowned pack (Including the Imp and his pet dragon) and a single precious ring. The ring was his mother's, and it defined just her and only her.
A cold stone that was well cut and shaped as a crescent moon perched as the face of the ring, shone under night's shadow. His claws clicked with the diamond, a sigh trailed in his lips. The ring would never get a new meaning when it adorned his miko's fingers. The cold breeze seeped, his silver hair fluttered, caressing Kagome so lightly and gently. Her fingers caught the end of the strands, twisting them in base of her finger.
Her eyes travelled over his frame, she saw the single ring, calling for her, to be worn and cherished. Her palm reached his, joining his fingers over the one jewel.
It glittered in the pit of her palm and almost had a new halo. No more it screamed cold, it had an aura of benevolence now. His lips were short of words; his lungs were devoid of breath.
"Its old" He said, his once frozen heart did a dip again to his navel when she looked up smiling and spoke the words that marked him hers forever.
"But it's mine to hold."
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A/N : I hope he is still in character :( :/