#boundbyhate

“Ki-kikyou…” he began, “…Why are you talking like this?!” the silver haired hanyou approached the priestess before pulling her into a tight embrace, “Do you planning on leaving?” he asked with concern plaguing his words. "…you don’t have to…"

{ And you, anon, should learn how to spell. }

a pie to the face.

 Inuyasha swallowed, wavering slightly, the food in hand. Did he really have to? Did he honestly, truly have to? Was this how they did Hollow-ene then? Bare feet making little to no noise, Inuyasha crept upon the priestess, looking at her, then back to the treat, seeming quite conflicted.

Just do it, dammit.

Splat.

Inuyasha froze, the food forced into Kikyou’s face. He was surprised that he had actually managed to do it. For a moment, he could only stare in awe, a snicker finding its way up his throat. He quickly covered his mouth with a red sleeve, holding it back.

He didn’t even dare to give the customary greeting, bounding away quickly before her wrath would befall him.

your character falls asleep on mine.

The midday day breeze swept across the glade, rustling the tall grass and creating a wave, the noise much like that of the ocean. Hands resting in the opposite of each of the half-demon’s red kimono sleeves, Inuyasha idly sighed, his lips barely parting with the movement. Before this moment, he might have hated the silence, the restfulness, but now…

Turning his head a tad, Inuyasha’s hazel orbs fell upon the priestess who leaned against him, her black hair drifting over his shoulder, mixing with his tangled locks. He glanced around, and seeing as no one was near to act as witness, his expression softened towards the sleeping woman.