#kaigashi

please tell me it wasn't miroku-sama

                 “No, no, Kagome-chan. I hit my toe. Miroku-sama is completely innocent!”

                      ❝ Would you like some candy ? ❞ She starts pulling out her small stash from her satchel. ❝ You looked lonely over here. I’m Y - Rena. ❞

“Hm? Kagome, what...” Her arms wrapped around his body before he could even finish his question and he let out a quiet sigh, eyes narrowing and his body relaxing... right into her. 

“I’ll be fine, you know. You don’t have to worry. It’s only for a few hours, remember?” He reassured her, knowing how much she worried for him on nights like this. Nights that came once a month, where he was at his most vulnerable. And it didn’t help that he’d just fought a demon just before the sun set, thus leaving him vulnerable and injured. But it wasn’t like he had anywhere to be now. Everyone was safe.

He couldn’t help but smile though, feeling Kagome hug on him like this. “C’mere.” He turned slightly so he could grab hold of her and gently, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. “’Sides, I know you like seein’ me like this. You think I’m pretty handsome as a human, huh? Pretty sure you’ve said that before.” He teased, unable to help himself as he nuzzled her shoulder. 

@kaigashi​ asked:  “But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don’t see it.” THEM..! ( hi haneen! )

                                    𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, to be turned loose into our own wide open without a single harness of a doubt’s shadow to rein us. the paladin carries in the soft core of their soul the eternal yet ephemeral youthfulness: reckless like an exhilarated winged thing that has just discovered flight, undeterred by the constellation of consequences they leave behind like a trail of amorphous stardust. 

                                    but, oh, astolfo has been cracked open callously, lured in by the fragrant olive groves and drowsy sunshine and the unrelenting wish to luxuriate within the ethereal dreamy visions which were promised them. entombed within the trap which the enchantress laid out for them painstakingly, the paladin recalls the devastating numbing terror that consumed them as they inexorably began transforming into the evergreen myrtle tree, which the witch deemed to be an appropriate form for a knight as brazen and rash as they. it felt like being cruelly condemned to oblivion, like the transmogrification closed its predatory jaws around them with its pearly spire-sharp white teeth and bit into their petal-soft flesh. it felt like annihilation. 

                                    but then, after, when the vertiginous fear tired them out, leaving them hollow and exhausted, astolfo noticed the vermillion cardinal that had flown in to perch daintily on one of their elegantly shaped branches. it chirped prettily, its delicate head turning this way and that as it hopped along the sturdy myrtle branch. it was in that moment that hope, nearly indiscernible, flickered and unfurled like the promise of a flower on the cusp of spring’s birth. 

                                    ❝           right, lady kagome?!           ❞           the rosy-cheeked paladin exclaims, their lilac eyes as bright as the unshrouded scabrous moon. a mellifluous giggle streams past their smiling lips, easily shared with the girl whom they have been accompanying recently. 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧. their conversations have been most amusing and this one is such a divine example!           ❝           when i was but a youth, i was tricked by this witch who didn’t seem to like me very much so she turned me into a myrtle tree! at first, i thought it was tortuous, the most horrible fate that can ever befall a knight. but, when the animals started taking shelter beneath my shade and when the doe rested against me to nap and when the birds built their nests on my branches, i thought was the best thing to have ever happened to me. i’ve a horrid memory, one that cannot be relied upon, but if i was taught to remember anything, it is that there is often hidden wisdom behind the misfortune that might afflict us! wouldn’t you agree?           ❞