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"My dearest son, is there anything you'd like to tell your poor, lonely mother ?"

Kikyou could not help but smile, dark hues a molten brown as they gazed at him affectionately. She was not one to stare needlessly or at anyone for a particular length of time..but he was special.

Not to mention, things were different. Kikyou could permit herself to freely love and be loved without the burden of [much] duties and responsibilities like her former life.

Why couldn't she admire and love her beloved quietly? Was it such a crime?"

Her heart was full and the scars on her soul were healing. And it was thanks to her dearest..Sesshomaru.

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.|| @fangsofdestruction

🏹 Kikyou had the misfortune of experiencing a wide variety of hardships, traumas and losses. Truly, the agony suffered overpowered the fleeting moments of happiness throughout her existence.

Upon her latest resurrection, she had resigned herself to a life of solitude. Her broken heart had frozen over, devoid of warmth and love. She had nothing and no one. This simple empty and lonesome state of existence was meant to carry her until she died again--be it naturally or by the hands of another.

But it was not meant to be.

For fate in its cruelty, had other plans.

And unbeknownst initially, the ice barricade around her heart had begun to melt over time. A fluttering of happiness and contentment returned--and Kikyou found herself once more basking in the proffered light that life had introduced. Even if her feelings were unrequited, it was enough to be at his side. To traverse with him. To watch the stars and have few conversations.

To experience these things again..to feel love once more..Kikyou was grateful. Whether Sesshomaru was aware of it or not, she owed him this much.

And yet..when he needed assistance the most, she could not give it to him. Why could she not protect the things she loved and cared for? Why could she not be of more use?

Once again in her life..Kikyou felt useless and helpless to save the ones she cared for.

Kikyou was exhausting herself trying to stabilize him with the help of Kochō and Asuka..but it was a losing battle and she knew it. His healing abilities were not at the level that could aid his recovery--but even so..she tried. Desperately. From trying to reattach the amputated body parts, to spells to help heal..herbs she had on hand..Everything.

The damage, however, was too severe..And she had arrived far too late. Perhaps..if she had arrived quicker Sesshomaru could have been saved..but she hadn't known..If only..

"Rin is safe. She is in a barrier with Jaken..and after today, will be looked after by Kaede and the villagers.", she reassured the demon. Kikyou's voice was soft and even..but for once, her expression was unguarded. Brows were furrowed and mocha browns swam with emotion whilst her hands were wet from his blood.

Kikyou had seen her share of death. She was well versed in controlling her emotions, her countenance..She knew how to be professional and composed. But for this, she saw no need. Perhaps in these moments..she would be honest..hence she left her expression bare. Anger, pain, sorrow and hurt lurked in the depths of her eyes. A glistening tear ran down her cheek..and then another.

"But if you are truly worried over her, then do not die. Only a fool would utter such a thing and then submit to death." A tiny, sad smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her heart shattered, the sense of hopelessness growing heavier with each passing second. "I never took you for a fool, Sesshomaru. Do not prove me wrong now."

There was a subtle quiver of her bottom lip as she both sensed and watched the demon slipping further and further away. Kikyou's throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as the light began to fade from those familiar eyes of his..which were now red as he had transformed back into his canine state. The eyelids of his were slowly closing.

Rin had since left the barrier and arrived for the few seconds Sesshomaru lingered before departing. Her small hands delving into his fur as she shook and called out his name.

Kikyou bowed her head slightly, fingers curled into his fur as she listened to Rin. Tears quietly ran down her cheeks for a minute..before her hands finally released the demon to embrace the young girl.

Kikyou hugged Rin close, listening to her cry for the first time since meeting her. Leaving Rin connected to the demon, Kikyou adjusted her hold and pressed a kiss to her head. Even Jaken's lament could be heard from nearby.

What a terrible..day.

And like everything good in her life..the sunlight that Sesshomaru had given..was taken away.

".....What the devil is this?" Totosai sat puzzled in the park, a long digit scratching his head. Large eyes watched people walking by--all dressed in odd clothing and carrying strange items.

"Hm.." People walking by, gave the old demon the side eye and whispered. One or two even tossed him a coin of sorts, calling him a 'poor thing'.

Totosai had a vague feeling that he was in trouble. Everything felt unfamiliar.

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this? ||@fangsofdestruction

"You truly are shameless, foolish and disrespectful--unless of course, you are hard of hearing. Do you need your ears checked? I know a good audiologist", Kikyou stated with a slight tsk, arms folded against her stomach. A light smirk tugged at her lips, mild amusement and overwhelming coldness reflecting upon her porcelain features. Mocha hues were sharp and intimidating as she gazed at the perpetrator.

Kikyou was typically polite and honest when it came to rejecting advances--but there were times, such as this instant, when that was not enough. It was in those moments, when her patience and tolerance for nonsense began running thin. Additionally, this had gone on long enough. It would only be a matter of time until her beloved became irked--

Too late.

At the temporarily flare in energy, Kikyou sighed internally as her head turned towards the source. Lo and behold, she watched the approach of her dearest.

Before she could even get a word out, the woman momentarily lost her composure as she found herself being guided into his side. For a few seconds, Kikyou admittedly lost her train of thought. Her eyes had widened in that moment, her heart fluttered and her cheeks turned a shade of pink.

However, it did not last long given the way he spoke and the obvious tension radiating through him. Kikyou quickly lifted a hand to rest it purposefully over his heart, a symbolic act of affection, commitment and love.

Sesshomaru aka her beloved: ૮ ´• ﻌ ´• ა *unhappy demon dog noises/posturing/shift in body language and aura due to people overstepping*