'Sesshoumaru-sama...!' she beckons for his attention, small hands fiddling with the fabric of her kimono before finally moving to lean in closer to him as though she needed to tell him a secret that could never be said aloud. ' Happy new year! Thank you for everything! ' she quickly plants a chaste kiss upon his cheek before running off.
HE ACKNOWLEDGED HER DESIRE FOR HIS AUDIENCE, humming softly as she crawled next to him where they sat beneath the roof of an abandoned home ( the asylum chosen to keep at bay winter’s bitter breath ). & tiny fingers pressed against his ear as she muttered in nervous whispers —
“…!!”
& BEFORE HE COULD respond, tiny lips laid against his cheek, briefly, before she took off, the flaps of her winter kimono sleeves fluttering behind her, as she made her way to where Jaken and Ah-Uh were gathered around their little fire.
HIS HAND FOUND its way to where she had kissed him, as he looked upon the child who had now engaged Jaken in a game of sugoroku. & a quick, haughty breath left him, as if he found he whole ordeal ridiculous, & he leaned back upon his fur, a foreign sensation of familial gentleness quietly glowing in his chest.
