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    ❝Did I… miss something?❞

Why am I following you?

BECAUSE I CAN, OKAY? No seriously though. To be honest, way back when you first appeared on the scene I was on the fence. Naturally, I’m extremely opinonated and stand offish until I get to know someone. I saw you as a possible threat, and I sort of hovered until one day you shyly entered my inbox telling me you followed me because you really admired my interpretation of Kags. I really wish I had saved that ask because I was surprised and quite flattered. Here I was, a Kagome on Tumblr a good six or so months before you, and barely attracting any sort of real attention. You? Swept everyone away and people were instantly enamoured with you.

To see you compliment me boosted my confidence. As my confidence grew I decided to grow a pair and talk to you OOC. We hit it off almost instantly. You handled my brash weirdness with grace and openness. Hell, you even laughed along with me. The warmth and acceptance you showed me made me feel like I had somewhere to belong here on Tumblr. I’ve opened up to you the most out of anyone here; sure, it’s had it’s down moments. We’ve had our falling outs, disagreements, etc. but it’s helped me to grow. No matter how much we want to punch each other in the tits, we’re still there for one another. It used to bother me how long we’d go without talking, but then I realized… we have this uncanny ability to pick up right where we left off. You challenge me, honestly, and I love that about our friendship. And let’s face it — I adore your Kags, and you know it. >:c BUT DON’T LET THAT INFLATE YOUR EGO, OKAY WOMAN? I love you, butt face. You’re like a weird twin. AND FUCK THE CODING ON THIS SO I’M SORRY IF IT’S UGLY. tl;dr — I stalk you… here and there.

{ Wow okay. I can’t even— you brat. ily. 

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        “I thought I’d stop by and say hello. I brought you something, InuYasha.”

◜➶◞ ⋯⋯ ♡          She was taken completely off guard; he was never so forward about his emotions… certainly not towards her. The miko’s entire body tensed, hands lifting to rest upon his chest — almost as if she might have considered pushing him away… but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Did he finally realize her true emotions? Finally, did he see why she crumbled at the idea of their journey ending and her returning to her time? Kagome’s heart pitter pattered in her chest rapidly, like the wings of a dove in flight against the current of her ever flowing emotions. As the warmth of his body seized her own, she felt herself beginning to relax. ‘InuYasha… how I’ve… longed for this.' Slowly her eyes slid shut, slender fingers coming to curl and cling to his haori. As their lips disconnected, a soft coo slipped past her moist lips. “A-Again,” she murmured shyly, lidded gaze peering up at him in a haze. “Kiss me again, InuYasha.”

●⊱          He released a small hum against her lips as he pulled away.  His muscles suddenly tensed as he fell from his high.  Inuyasha felt everything, down from the beat of her heart to the hand clutching his haori.  Was she going to be angry at him?  Would she refuse to talk to him, all because he decided to touch her like this?  Did she not like the idea of him touching her? Even if it was just a kiss? His ears fell to press against his skull.  He held her close, afraid that she would disappear.  The hanyou was not ready for her anger.  He was not ready to be caste away.  A single ear perked up at the  sound of her voice.  He dared not to hope.  Did she really… Did she want him too?

“Kiss me again, InuYasha.”

              The spell pulled him forward once more.  This time, Inuyasha willingly pressed his lips to hers.  She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him. Not that Hobo boy and not wolf shit, him! He placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He was familiar to the sensation of her body pressed against his, but this was different from traveling at his top speed through the forest. Hell yeah it was different, and far more enjoyable. He growled against her lips, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He felt the tell tale feeling of the spell releasing its hold on him, but he didn't stop.

            youkai.

            the scent of demon clings tightly to her skin, an odoriferous sheaf in which she is encased.

            he could hide his distaste but chooses not to. instead one arm rises, draping hakama cloth over his sensitive nose.

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        “I guess… I just wish I could forget it all. Move on. But then… Sango-chan… Miroku-sama… Shippou-chan and Kirara… everyone I’ve met would be forgotten. It… would be too easy, then. It’d be selfish of me. I think that maybe… if I leave and never come back it’d be easier. But I always come back. I can’t stay away, can I? You were right, InuYasha. I’m an idiot… I’ve always been an idiot.”