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MMOAC: ANYA MORNING SICKNESS 8/10
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Yknow I actually haven't read "The Troop" BUT I did read "The Deep" which I'd argue is more accurate to their situation :D

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Shades and colours
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II) zoey centric, in which she wonders about hair colours while braiding rumi's and mira's hair
(takes place during the movie, a few days after the saja boys appeared!)
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Requests! Yay! :D I have an idea for a Shadouge scene that's been in my head for months and I think you'll like it. Here you go!
Shadow has been avoiding sleeping for far too long and Rouge decides to take matters into her own hands. Meaning she slips something into Shadow's food at dinner to make him intensely drowsy. Cue some fluffy interactions as Shadow tries (and fails) to fight off the impending sleepies.
Lullaby Sleight
Dark circles clung to ruby eyes; scarlet striped onyx quills slightly disheveled from frustrated fingers scuffing through them. Multitudes of empty paper cups littered the desktop, all ignored in favor of scouring the scattered papers printed with the official GUN seal, classified information that Shadow had been attempting to decipher for the past several days with little success. A growl of frustration rumbled in his throat, and Shadow furiously ripped his latest sheet of scribbled notes from the pad and tossed it to the wastebinâalready overflowing with other such crumpled balls of yellow paperâwhere it toppled to the floor with the others.
Leaning against the doorway of his bedroom, Rouge watched with a frown, concern and frustration heavy in her green eyes. Since receiving the intel reports from Commander Towers a week ago, Shadow had been borderline obsessed with breaking the ciphers, as if the author had issued him a personal challenge. He rarely left his desk, only briefly teleporting away to answer natureâs calls or retrieve more coffee. He would refuse any meals, citing he needed no distractions from his work, and Rouge knew for a fact he hadnât slept a wink since receiving those reports.
Observing him now, watching his eyes flutter shut and snap open, watching his lips twitch with the desire to yawn but his jaw clenching to halt it, watching his knees bounce but refuse to even stand and stretch his restless musclesâŚRouge made up her mind. Enough was enough. Abraham could fire her all he wished, but those ciphers could wait. Shadowâs health couldnât.
The bat nodded to herself, a plan formulating in her mind. She knew Shadow, knew him well enough to know that if she forced him to bed now, he would fight her every step of the way, and sheâd inevitably lose. He would ignore her, argue with her, and go right back to that desk and those cipherâs out of pure stubbornness, just as he had before. No. The conventional way wouldnât work this time. Rouge would needâŚulterior methods to get Shadow to rest like he so desperately needed. Rouge smirked. Well, she was always up for a challenge, and always had a trick or two up her sleeve. Years of working with Shadow meant she was well-versed in navigating the Ultimate Lifeform, and she planned to use all her knowledge of Shadow to get her way.
So, for the moment, Rouge left Shadow at his desk, headed for the kitchen, and began setting her plan into motion. With any luck, Shadow would be too distracted to pay enough attention to her to stop her.
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Shadowâs ears twitched at the soft knock on his door but otherwise ignored it. He almost had it cracked, he just needed-
A well-manicured hand rested on his desk, covering the pages from his view, and his pencil was carefully tugged out of his hand before he could react. Indignant scarlet eyes shot up, enraged by the interruption, but the blasted bat merely stared at him with a smirk and a raised brow, twirling the pencil between the fingers of her other hand. Her slender body leaned against desk, her warmth permeating his cloud of focus, and Shadow ignored it to glower at her and held out his hand. âGive it back, please.â He commanded.
âNo.â Rouge impudently tucked it behind her ear, out of his immediate reach, and Shadowâs lip curled. âDinnertime, handsome.â She proclaimed.
Shadow scowled. âIâm busy.â
âNot anymore.â Rouge disagreed, nudging him. âYou need to eat, and being the generous bat that I am, I made one of your favorites.â
Shadow ignored the scent now so obviously wafting in through the open door from the kitchen, and the ensuing growl from his empty stomach. âIâm not hungry.â He lied. âI need to work.â
âYou need to eat.â Rouge countered. âI slaved away in that kitchen for you, Mr. Robotnik. Are you going to let my benevolent efforts go to waste?â
Shadow opened his mouth to snap back at herâŚand paused, the aromas of parmesan chicken and alfredo pasta and honey wheat rolls hit his scent glands. His stomach rumbled again, and his mouth watered. Rouge really did cook his favorites, and Shadow knew how much she detested cooking anything more complicated than microwaveable mac and cheese. His ears flattened against his head, and his eyes lowered to the floor. âThenâŚa quick break shouldnât hurt.â He muttered, standing and refusing to meet Rougeâs eyes and missing the conspiratal and victorious smirk that flashed across her muzzle.
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Rouge wiped her mouth with her napkin, humming in the satisfaction of both a full stomach and a successful plan, observing with a secret smirk as Shadow practically licked his third plate clean. âI hope it was passable?â She leaned forward, ears pricked and eyes bright.
Shadow covered his mouth with his fist, hiding the belch that almost burst forth by clearing his throat, but nodded at the bat. âDelicious.â He commended her. âFor someone that loathes cooking, you certainly excel at it.â
Rouge waved a hand. âBasic pastas like chicken alfredo are simple enough, and the rolls were premade. Nothing too difficult, but Iâll still be leaving it to you, Mr. Ultimate Chef.â Shadow snorted and shook his head.
He sighed. With a pleasantly full stomach, going back to work was as unappealing as a bonfire in Shamar during the dry season. The striped hedgehog wanted nothing more than to curl up in his chair with his current book and listen to his new vinyl on the record player, but⌠âDuty calls.â He sighed and stood up.
Rouge merely smiled at him. Shadow frowned, alarm bells ringing in his head at theâŚmischievousness in that smile, but even they sounded muted. He blinked, then blinked againâŚthen yawned. Lethargy clung to him like a warm blanket, and Shadow shook himself. âWhat-?â He snapped his eyes open and threw a wide-eyed look at the still-grinning bat, putting the pieces together in his mind.
Rouge cooking his favorite pasta. Rouge insisting he come and eat. Rouge insisting on fixing his plate for him. The grin on Rougeâs face now. âYou didnât.â Shadow hissed.
âI did.â Her tone was smug.
âRouge!â Shadow was never eating anything prepared by her or coming from her hand again. He was going to inspect every meal, every drink, every snack thoroughly from now on. âYou canât-!â
âI can and I have.â The smirk dropped from her face, replaced by solemn concern. âShadow, you have to take care of yourself. This is the first time youâve properly eaten since Towers gave you that assignment, and I know you havenât slept since then, either! The circles under your eyes are nearly as dark as your quills. You need to rest, and if you wonât do it yourself, then you leave me no choice but to force you.â
âBy drugging me?!â
Rouge snorted. âOh please, you drama king. I know that drugs have no effect on you. A natural supplement that your body naturally produces however,â She held up a little plastic jar and waved it at him before tucking it back into her pocket.
Shadow opened and closed his mouth, indignant that Rouge would pull such a slight on him and embarrassed that he didnât catch it in time to stop her. He shook his head and turned away from the table. âIâm going back to work.â He grumbled. He may still have some time before the melatonin took hold and forced him to unconsciousness, and he was going to use all the time that he had. Perhaps he could even fight it off. He staggered through the kitchen and down the hallway, shaking the fuzz out of his head. His mouth split open in another yawn, and as he leaned on the doorframe of the living room, he could barely make his legs work.
A slender body pressed against his side, a gentle hand curling on his shoulder. Rouge. Shadow blearily blinked at her, her green eyes swimming pools of soft emerald, and Shadow leaned into her warmth with a noise of discontent. He nuzzled sleepily into her shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. A soft chuckle reverberated in his ear. âAlright, handsome. Bedtime for this Ultimate Lifeform.â
âDonât wanna.â Shadow mumbled. âWanna readâŚlisten to new record.â He blinked pleading eyes at Rouge, disoriented ruby on mirthful green.
Rouge chuckled. âYou need to sleep, hon.â She reminded him. Shadow pouted, and Rouge paused. âHow about a deal? If you agree to go to bed, Iâll get your book and read to you.â She offered.
Shadow eyed her suspiciously. âWhat about my record?â
Rouge shook her head. âThe record player is in the living room, hun, itâs gotta stay there. You can listen to it tomorrow, I promise.â
Shadow slumped against her. âFiiiine.â He groused. Rouge wrapped her arm around his waist and guided the half-asleep hedgehog back whence they came, and Shadow practically flopped onto his bed, snuffling into his pillow. Rouge couldnât resist and sniggered at the photo evidence now stowed away in her phone. Just in case.
âAlright, hon, you think you can get settled while I get your book?â Rouge prompted. An unintelligible grumble answered her, but the hedgehog shifted, so she darted down the hall to collect her half of the bargain. There, resting on the little oak side table beside Shadowâs wingback chair near the window, was the book in question, and Rouge snatched it before marching back to Shadowâs room. She found him sitting slouched on the edge of the bed, chin against his chest fluff, his breaths steady and bordering on sleep.
Rouge shook her head, hiding her smile, and bent down beside him. She slipped the skates off his feet and neatly laid them beside the bed for easy access the next morning, then stood and gently pushed on his shoulder. âCome on, hon. Down you go.â Though he grumbled, Shadow followed her guidance and made himself comfortable, watching her with sleepy eyes.
âRead?â He yawned.
She waved the book. âAs promised.â Shadow smiled at her and patted the space beside him. âShadow, I donât think-,â
âWonât be able to hear you from down there.â He interrupted.
âShadow, you have perfect pitch.â Rouge reminded him. Shadow pouted and sat up, crossing his arms even though he yawned again.  She rolled her eyes. âStubborn hedgehog.â And before she could question if this was even a good idea, she jabbed at his shoulder. âDown, or Iâm not coming up.â She threatened. Shadow flopped back down onto his pillow, and Rouge crawled up the mattress until she was seated comfortably at his side, her back against the headboard and opening the book to the marked page. âLucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well.â Rouge began, then paused as she felt the bed shift, looked down to find Shadow lying on his side towards her, his half-lidded eyes focused on the bookâs pages, his ears tilted sideways, and Rouge hesitantly combed her fingers through his quills. Shadowâs eyes fluttered, and she smiled softly at the quiet but contented purr rumbling deep in his chest. Rouge returned her attention to the book, but her fingers remained on Shadowâs head, stroking his quills, scratching his ears. âShe looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks; she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set outâŚâ
Hours later, when dawn brought the first rays of sunshine, instead of rising with the sun, Rouge the Bat grumbled and clung tighter to her pillow, snuffling into the fluffy white fur of her best friendâs chest and humming contentedly when he purred against her forehead, nuzzling in his sleep against her hair and curling his arm tighter around her. However, that did not stop the E-Series badnik from snapping several shots of photographic evidence to showcase later in opportune moments before lumbering down the hall towards the living room and the television, which would be solely his to enjoy for the first time in ages.
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The First Storm
It isn't often Paul Hill finds himself terrified of a storm, but the first storm he experiences on Crockett Island would be enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Set during Less Than Holy
Two fics in three days, whaaa? Really though, I knew I wanted to write something with Paul's perception of storms corresponding with his emotional state, with the reader helping him calm down. I didn't know I would actually write a bit of backstory for this AU Paul. I'm happy I did, though.
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It was father Paulâs third night on Crockett Island. He served his very first mass for his new congregation in the morning, a chilly late february Sunday. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Most of these people had only ever known one pastor their entire life, the esteemed Monsignor John Michael Pruitt, who was currently recovering in a hospital on the mainland.
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âIâm not sure how Iâve given you that impression, I pride myself on being a discerning man with an even more discerning tongue.â He says, and then sits beside her reaching one hand out out until heâs covered the rock in her palm. âThus I know when Iâve said something unfitting of the presence of your good company.â An offhand comment on Ross' appearance leaves her feeling insecure of her growing friendship with Gale and place among a group after a life as a solitary ranger.

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#9: The Paper Magician by Charlie Holmberg
For the past five years, Ceony had wanted to be a Smelter.
I thought he turned back because he liked her petting his snout and he didnât want to do anything to give that away. Or he was surprised he liked her touching his fur. Not gonna lie that sneeze threw me. Why did he sneeze? Side out: I know heâs a dog not cat, but does he make any purring noises? Like a dogs pur sound kind of? Some wolves can purr. Inquiring mind here đ
Okay! FINE! I give up!Â
Here you go! đ
Fully fledged, and with art at the end to boot.
Enjoy!
The First Time Rin Met Doggy!Sesshy
So, you want to know about the first time Rin ever saw Sesshomaru in full Doggy!Sesshy form, eh?
Hmm.... It would have to be at some point during the original series, yeah? So Rin would still have to be what demons would call a tiny human. It would happen in the evening, after the night would fall. The camping party of misfits would consist of Lord Sesshomaru, Jaken, Ah and Un, and the tiny human, Rin. They would all lay at their own leisure in a safe area to camp, complete with shade to stay hidden in the large bushes and trees.
They would have sat for a while, whilst the toad demon and the tiny human would feast upon the catch they would have made earlier on in the day. With bellies filled, it wouldnât be long before Rin would finally find herself in a sleeping state. This would be a queue for Sesshomaru to go and hunt for his own food, as he would order Jaken to stay behind and keep guard over the camp. He would only travel as far as he needed to in order to obtain his food, but that would vary depending on how far away camp would be from his preferred diet.
What does he eat?
Use your imagination.
Thatâs not what this oneshot is about. :)
Something would happen while Sesshomaru would hunt, and it would most likely be a huge giant big-headed demon of some kind that would have smelled the dwindling campfire from not too far away. Careful to guard itself with its own personal demonic energy, this pathetic waste of space would cleverly hide its scent as it would happen upon the camp while the moon hung high in the sky. This stupid demon would believe Sesshomaru to be rather small compared to itâs large stature, and unfortunately for this idiotic demon, it would soon find out what happens when one assumes.
This filler episode demon would have waited until all was clear to attack the camp so he wouldnât have to try very hard for his own dinner. With the larger demon long gone, this moron would emerge from the trees in the night and spot the sleeping girl and pathetic goblin-looking toad and see them as nothing more than a nice midnight snack. This causes Rin to release a blood-curdling scream. All this stupid demon would know was that the bigger demon was gone so these little tiny nothings be ripe for the picking. Sure there was still a dragon but surely he could handle one and be done with his business before the bigger demon would return, right?
As Sesshomaru would make his one and only kill to eat, he would immediately hear the cry of Rin. It would take naught but a hop and a jump for him to get to her, only to see that she would be lifted into some giantâs mouth. Ah and Un could only do so much while muzzled, and stupid Jaken would get himself caught, again. Sesshoamru would arrive to see the size of such a spectacle, and figures that it would just be easier to settle this the old fashioned way.
He would sigh at such a pathetic excuse of a demon, and he wouldnât even have have to think as he would suddenly -- *- BAMF -* -- transform into full Doggy!Sesshy. Doggy!Sesshy would be a big vicious beasty, and poor Rin wouldnât have even been able to see the transformation since sheâd be too busy with almost being eaten, and all that.
The dumb demon would have had no time to react to the sudden giant-ass dog demon that would suddenly come lunging towards him. Doggy!Sesshy would swiftly kill the vermin, with little to show for it since his blood would taste absolutely disgusting to the Demon Lord. After mere seconds, both of the demonâs arms would separate from the rest of its body (cause duh) , and Sesshomaru would catch Rin (and Jaken) on the safety of his back to guide them down to safety.
It would take a few moments for the damsels to come back to their senses. âW-what happened?â Rinâs voice would speak as sheâd subconsciously hold onto whatever she had landed on. She would look up to see that sheâd be in the sky, flying as if she were on the back of Ah and Un, but she would see her two-headed friend as he would anxiously await her back on the ground. She would then look down to see white fur under her as they would glide in the air, and the fur would feel somewhat familiar, but not enough for her to directly understand what had just happened.
"Lord Sesshomaru!" She would scream for his attention. She would know that heâd sometimes leave the camp to eat, but a demon was just killed by another in front of her. "Lord Sesshomaru where are you?" He would usually hear her cry. It wouldnât be like him not to show up to a fight like this.
She would be eager to get off this random.... demon and search for her lord.
"You fool!â Rin would hear Jakenâs voice from behind her. She would look to see her friend desperately trying to hold on to any kind of fur under him. This IS Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken would berate the tiny human and her ignorance while holding on for dear life.
âHold on Jaken! Iâve got you!â She would be close enough to be able to pull him up to safety by his unique looking staff.
Jaken would be thankful, though he wouldnât want to be. âMeddlesome girl. I could have made it on my own.â
âWhat do you mean that this is Lord Sesshomaru?â How would she have known? This would be her first experience seeing him this way, after all. Doggy!Sesshy would take this time to slow them down and eventually come to a smooth landing.
âDonât you know anything?â Jaken would screech as he would jump off of his Lordâs back. âLord Sesshomaru is a Dog Demon. This is his true form! The look of a human is an optional one, but it does keep his true form rested and at bay so he doesnât go crazy and kill the entire world with his vicious power and anger!â Jaken would cower at the very idea of the story. Â Rin would follow and slide off of Sesshomaruâs side, but he would stand there for a moment in full form. Rin would be shy about her movements, but she would be careful as she would slowly come to see the front of his dog-like face.
This would be the face of a great beast. He would be large and white. His snout would be pointed and vicious, and his sneer would hold a look of what most would consider to be pure evil. He would growl as he would refrain from releasing any of his poison around her, and such a sound would resonate within her ears. He would be fully aware, watching her intently, waiting for her every move. He would only imagine what his horrid form would look to her. âSurely, she must be frozen in terror. Look at how still she stands.â He would believe it to be fear that heâd see in her eyes.
Nothing about his true form would be recognizable to her, except the familiar markings on his face. His two stripes on each of his human-like cheeks would morph into one jagged one on each in this form. The moon in the center of his head would make Rin wonder if the moon somehow helped his power in some way. Her disposition would calm as she would eventually be able to see him through his demonic form. "Lord Sesshomaru?" She would ask, looking into one very large red eye.
It would seem to be him after all, as he would shortly transform back to his usual form- the form that she'd be most familiar with. She would shield her eyes of the wind that would flow out of him.
He would stand, calm and emotionless, as per usual, but he would carry a disposition that would somehow be more quiet and standoff-ish. There would be no voice from Jaken, this time, and Ah and Un would always prefer to be the silent contenders in these situations. Sesshomaru would be waiting for Rin to scream and run from him in terror after what she had just seen. He would have just transformed into a vicious beast and murdered in cold blood right in front of her. In a way, heâd be no different than the one that just tried to kill her, so she must be terrified...
Right? âI really am a monster.â
Rin would not notice the trepidation in his movements. âWow...â Sheâd whisper. Her eyes would grow wide with a smile to match. "Can you do that again?" She'd suddenly ask with hopeful eyes.
Sesshomaruâs eyes would widen at her sudden request... and for just a moment, Sesshomaruâs voice would be caught. â...What?â
"HOW DARE YOU REQUEST SUCH A THING." Jakenâs voice would screech in her ear, scurrying over to the tiny human. "Lord Sesshomaru does not waste such valuable demonic energy to entertain the witless demands of a pathetic little human like you."
"Silence." Sesshomaru's voice would only have to utter a single word to get the demon toad to quiet himself.
âY-yes milord.â The servant would do as he was told, sheepishly hiding behind the tiny human Rin in the process.
Sesshomaru would be the Great Demon Lord of the West. It would take naught but little energy for him to do something as simple as transform into his full self for a second time. The air around him would start to pulsate once again, as would the echo of his heartbeat. The wind would ripple through the tall grass and the leaves in the trees. Rin's eyes would grow in awe as she would watch his hair start to freely dance with the wind. Before sheâd know it, a dangerous red color of his demonic eyes would return as the usual soft amber color of his eyes would fade away. His gaze would land directly on her.
Rin would stand completely still, wanting to see the entire transformation. There would be a certain something inside of her that would never want to look away. Rin would be an empathic human being, and this power could be very valuable in the future, should she desire to continue down the path of divinity. But for this moment in time, it would be able to help her see the beauty in such an extremely wild and dangerous moment as showing oneâs true demon form like this. This would speak to her heart, though her mind would still need to develop a little more before she would be able to fully understand this power. For now, she would just be able to enjoy this moment.
Oh, what magic this would be to her- but Jaken would be smart to grab her arm as he would run from the blast that he knew would come. The human would watch in awe as Sesshomaruâs human-like being would become wrapped in the fur that would usually stay at his side, right before fully transforming in size with the power of his demonic light.
Clad in his full beast form, Sesshomaru would stand tall and mighty. The hiss in his growl would even scare away the sleeping birds that nest high in the trees, but Rin would pull herself away from Jaken's hiding spot and make her way towards this new Demon Lord Sesshomaru. This full transformation would be the raw and natural state of a creature that would call himself the Demon Lord of the West, and this would intrigue Rin to no end, no matter what age she might be.
He would actually be a... dog.
Her eyes would be directly on him as he would gently turn to see her with one very large and perhaps a little bit of a timid eye, as well. She would take her time making her way towards him, but she wouldn't hesitate to take the first step as soon as possible. His growl would come from deep within his throat, as if warning her not to get too close. This would be a recurring theme in Sesshomaruâs character, whether heâd notice it or not. This would just be another way for him to push her away, and to remind her that he is not good, he is not kind, and he is definitely not nice.
He is a monster, and he would always be a monster.
She would pause, but she would not be afraid. He would be in a defensive stance, but his body language would eventually simmer down to a calmer state, as she would grow even closer. Her mind would only be on Sesshomaru with youthful eyes of her own, but not with fear of him hurting her, but with fear of him being frightened of her footsteps.
The closer she would get, the more his growl would dim. Jaken's eyes would be large, as he would observe Rinâs courage. Even he wouldnât dare to get so close to such danger. His jaw would seem to hit the ground.
Sesshomaru would then lower his snout down to Rinâs gaze. He would only be able to see her with one eye, but one would be enough. Rin would eventually be close enough to gently, yet gradually feel the familiar fur at the side of his nose. She would know the soothing familiarly of his fur, for it would be thickened with his wild nature, and warm to the touch. Here she would come to the understanding that his Moko-moko would be a part of him somehow. as she would continue petting the bridge of his nose.
This gentle action of hers would cause his eyes to gently come to a close. He would feel her kind touch, and it would be a foreign feeling. It would almost seem as though he... might... actually....
His eyes would suddenly pop open wide, and he would yank his face away from her, which would frighten the poor girl and she would end up falling back with a small scream. Her fear ridden voice would cause him to immediately transform back to normal as if nothing happened.
After a moment of defining silence between the small camp of beings, none would dare make a sound. They would watch Sesshomaru as he would slowly, but surely raise his (only) arm (at the time) . The silence would remain until the smallest ... *sneeze*...? would suddenly come from their Demon Lord of the West.
Did... Did Rin just make Lord Sesshomaru... sneeze?
"Let's go." Sesshomaru says as he turns away from the camp. "Since you're all awake, we might as well travel on."
She did! Rin made Lord Sesshomaru sneeze...
Well...Sort of.
He had to think of something, didnât he? She was PETTING him like a DOG. That was unacceptable... right?
A-and itâs not like he actually enjoyed it or anything... right?
Never.
That would be considered affection.
Affection?
What is that?
Unfortunately, he would have absolutely no idea of what affection would be, so he wouldnât understand why he would feel something ... positive in her gentle touch to his demonic form. And he definitely didnât use the excuse of a fake sneeze so he could..... touch... the spot that she touched in his own state of shock.
Please.
This Sesshomaru? Have feelings?
Ridiculous.
Rin would scurry on up as everyone would continue on. âLord Sesshomaru....â she would think to herself. âYou truly are beautiful. Inside and out.â She would smile a smile that would be felt by the entire group.
âI am a monster,â he would think to himself, âbut... perhaps I can be a decent one.â Lord Sesshomaru, too, would hide a vague grin as they would venture on with their adventure.
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Trip has (more frequently than he will admit) wondered what it would be like to flirt with TâPol. Would a Vulcan be able to recognize genuine romantic interest? With arranged marriages and their sacred repression of all emotion, itâs not like they would learn from observing each other, but perhaps from observing humans and other species? Heâs not sure, but if heâd have to place a wager, he would bet TâPol wouldnât understand if he outright asked her on a date. All hypothetically, of course, purely hypothetical.Â