MUGEN
Aroma
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InuYasha, what do I smell like?
The question had been wandering my mind since last night. I hugged you, and as I reveled in the sweet and musky smell to nature coming from you, you asked me that question. I looked at you, trying to find something that could reproduce your aroma, only to realize the impossibility of naming just one thing.
I don't know. Like you. Was the only answer I was able to give you.
For me is enough; I don't need to now more. However, your curiosity has spurred my desire to tell you, somehow, what I perceive when I have you close. For that reason, as soon as the dawn began to shed its breaking light, I went out of the cabin we share, in a quest to find something that may resemble your aroma.
I started with a couple of wild autumn flowers. At first, I only picked one, and although it reminded me of your scent while you sigh before a beautiful sunset, you are more than that; and so, I chose to pick another flower. Next, I found a group of late hydrangeas, still adorning the path, and I discerned in them the delicate scent of your pondering thoughts. I found as well, the scent of a tree bark that reminded me of your instants of determination. To all of that, I added the fortitude that you give out when you struggle against your fear, overcoming it; and I did so through a couple reed sticks I picked up by the river's shore. A bit after that, I also added on to it a handful of herbs, moistened by the night dew, that made me recall your essence when you wake up, hugging yourself to me. A few marigolds brough to my memory your scent by noon, and some lavender; the moment when you look at me when the sunset approaches.
In that way, after gathering a strange sort of bouquet, I decide it is enough to somehow manage a partial explanation of your aroma.
Half of the morning has gone by when I enter the cabin.
"Kagome," I call you. You are calmly brushing your hair, and I can't help thinking I have not been able to find anything that may resemble your prominent scent when your day has just started.
"InuYasha," you name me, your voice carrying a tinge of concern, "You went out early, where were you?"
In that moment, I show you the group of elements I've gathered.
"What's this?" The surprise in your features is another scent missing from this collection. Maybe, I'll take you with me, some other day.
"You wanted to know what you smell like." I extend you the bouquet.
You take it in your hands, seemingly analyzing the many elements in it.
"Do I smell like this?" Your fingertips touch the piece of moist grass, which still has some lumps of dirt sticking to it.
"More or less," I reply.
Bringing the elements closer to your nose, you take in their scent as you close your eyes. Your smell to hydrangeas intensifies then, so much I believe it surpasses the one from the flower I've brought.
"It's still missing something," I comment, then extend a branch of white salvia I picked up on my way back, assaulted by an attraction that could only be described as magnetic.
Your fingers wrap around it, and you smell it, in the same way you do when picking up herbs in the forest.
"I also smell like this?" Your voice sweetens your aroma.
"Yes," I hesitate, and I feel my cheeks heating up, "sometimes," I choose to confess, "when you are filled by passion."
Now I see your cheeks flushing, and I come to the realization that I need, yet still, more material to fully represent your aroma.
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A/N
This drabble was inspired by an illustration I saw on tumblr (I'll leave you the link down below)
I hope you've enjoyed it, because I really enjoyed writing it.
Kisses,
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
Illust:
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