#feudalfang

"i am not mad," kagome snapped—rather irritably, mind you, despite her efforts to appear otherwise. the warm smile that usually tugged at her lips, the shining glimmer of hope and passion forever illuminating in her eyes—they were all gone, replaced with long, deep creases and a simmering fire. at her sides, her hands were balled into tiny fists, her nails gently biting into the palms of her hands as if to distract her from the urge to outright punch something, or more specifically someone, right then and there—but that would be the behavior of someone who was indeed mad and she was not mad.