#hossuru

Words that should’ve put his mind to ease only inadvertently caused him more throe, dark eyebrows knitting in  t r e p  i d a t  i o n  as Kikyo diligently held his gaze from their intimate distance, the priestess unwavering as she waited on him with breasts exposed. Inu-Yasha had only ever 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓭 being intimate with the priestess, a 🆃🅰🅽🆃🅰🅻🅸🆉🅸🅽🅶 delusion that awoke him from his sleep with thick sweats and rapid heartbeats; to have her half-robed before him could not truly be reality? How a chaste kiss had turned into desperate and breathless movements had escaped him, but the implications of her words bore on him heavily and brought him back to a moment of realization–they could not, should not continue.

He leaned away from her, reaching behind himself to pulled his discarded crimson robe over her shoulders in a gesture of respect. How terrible it was to have to DENY something he desperately wanted … but how abhorrent would have been to selfishly indulge and change the natural order of things. He didn’t deserve to know the most 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 parts of her. 

【 @hossuru sent in 】:  ❝  “the stars wish they were as bright as you.” ❞

    UNPROMPTED | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

               A bold claim, compliment? Either way, it was certainly something he hadn’t been expecting to hear today, and yet it was everything he wanted to hear. 

“  i  died  that  day.  ”

                        ❝   ---  yeah ...   ❞

           although  Inuyasha  spoke  as  if  he  were  miles  away  into  the  starry  abyss  he  stared  up  into,  his  attention  was  cemented  in  this  moment,  focused  solely  on  the  woman  beside  him.  the  hanyō’s  mind  cycled  through  years  of  memories  shared  with  her,  reimagining  every  scenario  as  if  Onigumo  and  Naraku  had  never  entered  their  lives.  both  of  them  as  ordinary  humans  with  nothing  to  tie  them  to  the  world  except  each  other.

                        ❝   where  do  y’think  we’d  be  right  now,  if  they  were ?  what  would  we  have  changed ...  how  different  would  our  lives  be ?

                             do  y’think ...  we’d  be  happy,  Kikyō ?   ❞

“Were it not for this very human heart, Kikyo, you would once more be one with the earth...” 

Did she think to wound HIM with hurtful words? That there might be some grand victory held over the archfiend by virtue of an aching heart and a past life’s own mournful misgivings? Oh- had he so loose a grasp of his own identity it just might work. However HE was Naraku. Not that pathetic Onigumo. No matter how much his broken bandit’s heart plead with it’s new owner to love the priestess, the spider would fight it every step of the way with ice-cold hate.

He takes a slow step forward. The burgeoning, squirming stalks of fleshy appendages writhing under his own skin for release, for her blood.

SEND ♗ AND I’LL MAKE AN ICON OF YOUR MUSE