@holified ( bc i was at work and a song came on and I immediately Thought Of Them. )
Sesshomaru had returned to the village which was Kikyoâs home late.
It was nearing winter, the winds harsh and the overcast sky hiding the moon. His travels had brought him in a familiar loop. He would visit, he would leave. Usually it was a three day visit, no more no less â seldom was it longer. The villagers had grown⌠used, to Sesshomaru.
They didnât accept him, but he wasnât asking for their acceptance.
His feet passed many houses until he arrived at the head priestessâ home, and even then he paused, sensing her power even as far as he did. Getting closer was out of the question, Kikyoâs scent was faded as it was.
Hm.
Sesshomaru didnât bother continuing, walking past the home to the next location he knew the priestess was prone to visit. She was a creature of habit, looping in circles â much like him, Sesshomaru supposed. Creatures of habits, walking in their loops.
Hm.
He found her by the lake, her eyes closed and breath slight. The daiyokai paused for a moment, keeping his distance to watch her. The stress of guarding the bauble didnât seem to be getting to her â but she was exhausted, it was painfully obvious by the way she seemed deep in her slumber.
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes briefly, but said nothing as he silently moved to sit on the ground beside her. Why he was doing this â he didnât know. Sesshomaru didnât sit on the ground, nor did he debase himself by showing affection. It was not his thing.
Yet. Here he was, doing just that. Carefully he eased her to rest against his fur. The tension in her form as she resisted at first, soothed by the annoyed growl from Sesshomaru. âSleep.â
Her arm hooked across, blindly reaching for â something. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and took hold of it with his own. âSleep, woman. You have not slept well in some time.â Ink-black hair spilled over the silver fur as she adjusted, eyes closed.
âYou havenât been by in some time.â She said finally, her grip loosening so she could snuggle against the fur. âI thought you said you wouldnât be back until spring.â
âHm. The winds have changed.â As if in response, the cold breeze shifted in the sky, and the clouds parted. âWhy are you out here in the dark?â
âIs it that late?â She murmured, turning her face into the fur. âI had a fire burning. I was hoping to mediate.â
âAnd instead you fell asleep. The fact your people have not come looking is astounding.â
Her hand found the one buried by the fur on his shoulder, and Kikyo laced her fingers with his. âDonât hurt them, dearest. You know how they are.â
âHmph.â
They sat like that together for a time, before he felt Kikyo shiver. A sigh, and Sesshomaru glanced down at her. âI will take you back.â
âYou will do no such thing,â Kikyo decreed, âI am comfortable and you are staying right. Here with me.â
âOh? Commanding a lord? How cheeky of you, priestess.â Thereâs a stifled laugh, and he didnât have to look at Kikyo to see the smile â nor did he have to look at his reflection to see his own.
âItâs a request, Lord Sesshomaru. Not a command. I like it here.â It was nice to not be a priestess for once, or a lord. It was nice to just be Kikyo. Just to be Sesshomaru.
A huff of air from him, though in turn he sighed and adjusted them so that Kikyo was nestled in his side. It was to ensure she stayed warm; never mind the fact that she was now smothered by the fur and now protected with Sesshomaruâs arm around her.
âImpossible woman.â He muttered, good-naturedly.
âMm, you like it when I do the impossible.â She responded, content now that she was properly resting.
So he did. So, he did.
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- - - - - - - - L I F E  and D E A T H  are but phases of the same thing, the reverse and obverse of the same coin. Death is as NECESSARY for manâs growth as LIFE itself.
                                                 â Mahatma Gandhi
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