@kyudome said : mid-yawn, kagome tugs at inuyasha's oversized sleeve. her fingers remain curled in the red cloth even after she leans into him. homework can wait. "stay while i sleep?" please.
Ear twitches but he doesn’t move --- stillness becomes him as her slight weight is pressed against his side. Eyes hood as he looked down at her, a clawed hand lifting to settle against her head. Encouraging her to rest and find place against him; smoothing to instill a sense comfort and safety.
Protecting her had always been second nature; even when his claws had sailed far too close to her head in their first meeting. The slip and slide of soil and the nearmiss replayed constantly in his head. Would she hate him for knowing his thoughts in that moment? No... Kagome ain’t capable of hate, even if I damn myself.
Hs grip on her tightened just so with his inner thoughts, his other arm moving to pull one of her arms around his waist. Keeping hold of her elbow, “I got you.” He assured her, seeing himself from above in a moment of surreal duplicity. She was really here... They were.
This was reality, and every time he closed his eyes, even for only a moment; he feared it would shatter into some cruel dream.
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere, Kagome.”