Advice

Red painted lips curled into a smirk of a smile behind an ornate fan. Bright golden eyes swam with mirth as she felt her son's aura announce his arrival to her castle in the sky. Snapping the fan shut she turned to glance at him, he stood before her, stoic and imposing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit from my dearest son?" Her voice was light and teasing.

Sesshomaru could only stare unblinkingly at his mother as she glanced at him with mirth in her eyes as she longued on a large plush pillow, her mirror sitting ever so innocently next to her. He knew she had to have been observing him and the miko, she was a glutton for gossip and he was no fool. The rumors about the miko, his whelp of a half brother and himself were on the tips of the tongues of everyone in the yokai court.

Even so he knew that if he did not play her game that she would pout in her own way and that would only make things that much more troublesome. "I have come seeking advice." The words fell from his lips like lead. He was loath to have to seek her counsel, often as a younger pup he dismissed her and her opinions. Yet here he was seeking her counsel on a matter that was very similar to a part of her past that she had wished to forget.

She knew she was preening, no doubt smiling like the cat who ate the canary. She snapped her fan open once more to hide said smile, lest her son take offense to it and storm off, his pride hurt. "Ah, does this have anything to do with the pupped miko you have grown fond of?" Her voice was even, not betraying anything. He made no move to reply, not rising to her bait.

Sighing dramatically behind her fan she lightly fanned herself as she shifted on her pillow, her gaze flicked to her mirror. "As you know I often use my mirror to check in on you from time to time and I know why you have sought me out." She paused, wanting to let him stew in his assumptions of her view of the situation.

She should be upset, irate, and plotting ways to sway him away from the human miko who was carrying the child of the physical proof of her mate's infidelity. She had been, at first but as she watched the drama unfold via her mirror she could not find fault in the miko. The young woman had been dealt a shitty hand, and in some ways it made her see herself in the young human woman.

So as she stared at her son she could only let out a small dramatic sigh, ready to impart her words unto his eager ears. "Honestly I find it very unbecoming of someone of your title and position." She ignored his dark glare, he was no doubt assuming that her words were a prequel to some human hating speech.

She quickly kept speaking so as to not let him interrupt. "Bumbling about like some fool. You are the lord of the west, if you care for the small miko then make her yours, rumors and judgment be damned."

She ignored the shock in his eyes as she turned up her nose at him, as if scolding him for his assumptions. "How can you claim to have a goal of supreme conquest if you can't even claim the woman who has won your heart due to the fear of judgment? Have you learned nothing from me?" She snapped her fan shut as she gazed down at him with warmth in her eyes.

It was a warmth he hadn't seen in her eyes since before his father's betrayal and it made his gaze soften a bit. He had come here expecting her to do her best to sway him from the miko. Deep down he knew he was hoping she would be the reason he could use to justify the denial of his growing feelings for the small miko.

He had wanted to use his title and duty as a way to run away from his feelings yet like always his mother would not allow him to hide behind excuses. How much she and the miko had in common was shocking, yet he mused it was part of what endeared both women to him.