#bornforhim

[thesilvermoonrays]

@bornforhim Said: 🌸 flower meme, but a flower crown~

Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.

Twitch. Twitch twitch.

His ears were twitching. A myriad of scents were already flooding his senses since they'd stopped in a flower field, but these were much closer to his nose than those on the ground. A flower crown. Of course he recognized the feeling around his ears. Something in him quieted, maybe memories flooding back. Golden eyes softened, set on the ground.

"I know it's you." Inuyasha's voice was quieter than usual, spring winds pulling at his silver hair. He didn't have to look up to know exactly who'd done this. Maybe he should say something else. There wasn't a lot he had spoken about his own childhood.

But the scent of flowers everywhere, mixed in with Kagome's scent and the delicate action she'd just performed... made it easier to think about.

"Should I make you one, too? It would look better on you than me." Where his knee had been held to his chest, the muscles loosened, both legs now straight in front of him. "There's a lotta stuff about flowers than just smells. Petals can turn bitter teas sweet. Some of 'em have meanings or somethin', I don't remember many of them." Now he did look up, an expression that could easily be described as curiosity. "But I used to spend hours making flower crowns. My mother loved them, we'd make them together in the mansion gardens. I learned how to do it, even with these claws."

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Inuyasha was so absorbed in the music that his ears were the only thing to catch onto the sound of approaching footsteps. Even so, he was in his own world too far now to notice in any true way though. His ears and mind may process the fact he was no longer alone, but only in the very back of his mind.

His eyes remained closed as his fingers expertly found and made each note come to life as he nodded along to the soft tune. It honestly reminded him of when his parents told him the story of how they met and fell in love. Maybe this could be an anniversary present he gave to them.

Because of that, he had the perfect title to give the tune and decided against giving the piece lyrics after all. Singing words with it would just take away from the perfection in his opinion as his fingers moved to the first note again to repeat the tune. There was just a few things missing from the piece which had another soft frown appearing.

Drum accompaniment, soft notes of violin, a bass player as well and that would perfect the song. Maybe some soft notes of piano as well, all of which he could use his editing software to put into the song.

For now, his imagination took him further away, back in time. His father, a businessman like he was now, captivated by a younger Izayoi who was in a princess kimono. Back then she was still obeying her parents ever whim and was trying to be an actress. She had forgotten to get out of costume when she had a break between scenes and took a short walk to unwind.

She'd stopped under a cherry blossom tree and Toga - Inuyasha's father - had been so spellbound he'd walked over to talk with her. Only when he got close, their eyes met for the first time and they both knew then that they were meant for one another as pink petals fell around them.

That memory had the frown he'd worn smoothing out and a soft smile on his lips as he continued to play. As a kid, he'd exaggeratedly gagged as they told him the story, now he could almost picture it and even envied them. Would he ever have that moment with someone? He doubted he ever would. After all, who love a--

The thought stopped and the song abruptly cut off as his eyes opened and caught onto a young woman standing there. It was a knee jerk reaction for his eyes to widen just before darting up to the fact of his one woman audience. And for a moment, all he could do was stare. Black hair, about mid-back length he was guessing, eyes, blue so uncommon for here in Japan. Her skin looked so soft and flawless, pale enough to be beautiful without appearing fake or sickly. Definitely shorter than himself if he'd been standing.. And her clothes suited her, nothing flashy, but nothing that spoke of being careless with her look either.

Whoever she is, she's beautiful.., he caught himself thinking.

But that thought was what also snapped him out of his stupor and he quickly looked away as he cleared his throat.

"Um.. Hey.. Sorry, was I being too loud?" he asked, he figured he was probably disturbing her if she came over to stare at him. She had to be one of the people who lived here on the shrine grounds, he figured. Now he could pick up the musk of sweat on her, but underneath it, he recognized a soft scent that always lingered around here on the shrine grounds.

Was this the, Kagome he'd heard mentioned around here before? With his ears being as sensitive as they were, he caught the old man and other lady's voice calling out that name on occasion. He heard a pretty feminine voice call back to them as well. That voice which always had his ears standing up and listening to hear it again.. Until he realized what he was doing and made himself focus on the music he was trying to create.

Cont.

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@bornforhim from X

"You idiot... what am I gonna do with you?"

Maybe sometimes both of them put others too much before themselves. Just in different ways. Don't think he didn't notice villagers in strangely warm clothes. Winters were harsh, food was scarce, there were only grain reserves, and what could be scraped by. People died from things as simple as the flu. She had to go... and make herself sick.

Make him inwardly terrified that something like that may happen to her. She deserved more scolding. That was the plan, until he felt those gentle hands on his ears. Anyone else would have been yelled at, but... Kagome was an exception.

It was a comforting gesture. It wasn't just about the warmth of her hands. It was that gentility, it took any scolding out of him, as without even noticing, Inuyasha leaned against her, cheek pressed against her nice smelling hair.

"Ah... yeah. It's better." A deep inhale through the nose, and a soft exhale soon followed. "Just dont... freeze your hands off, alright? At least this way I know you'll be warm. My blood's naturally warmer than human blood."

A voice gone soft.

"But no traveling until that cold clears up."

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Autumn was a great time of year. Not Inuyasha's favorite season, but he considered it objectively the best. Bountiful harvests weren't even his favorite part. Neither was, in modern times, all the interesting autumn themed foods. There were far deeper reasons for why he loved it second best out of the four seasons. The quantities were food were nothing more than what made it objective in his eyes.

Because fewer people would starve in the coming winter, if everyone worked hard to make sure things were preserved in a way that was sustainable. Inuyasha could, and had been easily able to hunt for himself for decades and decades. Survival came before taste, and his regular presence meant protecting the villagers in any and every way he possibly could.

So he ate less from the one village he could say he belonged in, and hunted twice as much. Enough so that the residents could dry the meat as preservation, while simultaneously satisfying his own personal hunger.

No one would starve on his watch.

A soft crunch came with each step. Total silence was an impossibility with the mixture of golds, and reds settled on the grass. Late autumn was a time of year that even he, whose blood naturally ran hotter, felt chill in the air. A striped scarf, yellow and red, had been lazily draped around his own neck.

If only they made ear warmers for dog ears... keh...

Yet he'd found exactly who he'd been looking for. Inuyasha couldn't say he was particularly surprised she was by herself. When it came to strength alone, she was definitely on par with him. What bothered him was a certain other detail.

"Oi. Kagome. What the hell are y'doin' out here without somethin' covering your face?" Even he hadn't been that thoughtless to his own health. A sharp sigh followed, frustration, not directed at any one person. Not even the woman he was now standing next to. "Get over here."

Inuyasha wasn't one to wait patiently when it came to matters of importance. The second she was standing, he pulled her wrist firmly. The scarf around his neck was now one shared, albeit, in a more sloppy fashion. He was still figuring out how to properly wear one for himself, let alone how to share one.

The hand that had gripped Kagome's wrist was now a one armed hug. She needed the warmth more than he did, and he had a good body for providing that.

"We're... going back to the village. The herb stuff can wait." A softer tone of voice, and a pair of feet that hadn't moved just yet. A hesitance, because there had been a very specific reason why he'd sought her out. But... her safety came first. Even before something as big as what he'd wanted to share.

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@bornforhim || Requested Modern Verse

There wasn't anything like the beach during the summer. The sand, ocean waves, people laughing. For the man on the boardwalk, there was a mission at hand. Clad in nothing but a pair of red, knee length shorts, Inuyasha was painting the scene. The vast expanse of ocean. The lazy cumulus clouds, and the sun hot in the late afternoon sky. It was getting late.

But he had no intention on leaving anytime soon. When the sun went down, when things got quiet, it would pave way to new splashes of color. The sunset, and then, the stars. The beach had so little light pollution compared to the heart of the city.

With a brush in one hand, his palette board in another, and a chest stilled with held breath, the paint spread across the canvas was more breathtaking than his nose's reaction to the paint. With practiced ease, a grace with his arm that looked effortless, painting imitated real life. Nature scenery was Inuyasha's favorite when it came to art. Still life.

Only paint would convey the emotion it made him feel. It would have been easier to use a pencil. To sketch, there was no strong scent tied to that. But when Inuyasha had a vision, it had to be portrayed the way it came across in his eyes. A form of expression his spoken word couldn't move anyone to.

Then came the sharp turn. He had to breathe eventually, and it left him taking in deep gasps to recover.

"Hn--?"

Why was he being watched? They said the eyes were a window to the soul. Blue eyes like the morning dawn. Black hair like the deepest night. The curiosity he noticed in her expression matched his own. Golden eyes blinked, and once he'd caught his breath, a lopsided smile took place of that curious frown. Having been taken over by curiosity, he hadn't conditioned his smile's position at all, thus, a fang poked out from his lips, glinting in the sunlight.

"Hey. What're you doin' out this close to the edge?" Silver hair shifted, as Inuyasha shook his head. "You're not gonna push me in, are ya?" The tone of voice was one of amusement. "I swear I'm not dyin', paint just smells like shit. That's all."

[thesilvermoonrays]

@bornforhim Said: [ hug ] sender gives receiver a long, heartfelt birthday hug

Without letting go, Kagome pulled back just a bit so she could lift her head and look into his eyes. “Happy Birthday, Inuyasha…”

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

Winter all over again. Snow, the frigid snow beneath his bare feet. The same cliff side he always frequented when he wanted time to himself. Time to think. Inuyasha had been standing here since before the dawn. The scent he'd caught long before he even heard footsteps were one of the reasons why.

He always came here to be alone on the date of his birth. Always remained for the morning, and into the night. Self isolation. He didn't want anybody to see him during his most contemplative moments. Yet here she was, and now he could feel the warmth of Kagome's body. It should have been a comfort.

But today of all days, nothing could calm the storm raging in his chest.

"You shouldn't have come here. Now's when it's as cold as it gets, you're gonna freeze."

It went without saying. He didn't celebrate his birthday the one time it had occurred before the Shikon no Tama had been destroyed. He didn't celebrate it any more now, and maybe he wouldn't ever celebrate it, no matter how many times she wished it. Inuyasha's arms remained at his sides, and his expression remained a steady frown.

"Go back, before you get sick. I'll come back to the village tomorrow."

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@bornforhim Said: *at the lake* ❝ i’m jumping in! ❞

  𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑  THEMED  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

"You'd better not splash me. Just 'cause you look like one of the merfolk in water don't mean we all do."

This man was quite content to sit at the water's edge, and nothing more. It was way too deep for his liking, he couldn't see the bottom by eyesight alone. Water changed physics, and if he couldn't see the sandy bottom, he couldn't be assured he'd be capable of jumping out when he inevitably sunk like a stone.

The whole reason he stayed out of deeper water in the first place.

"And no diving too deep. You'll kill both of us." Swimming was a rare skill in this Sengoku Period. Something known only by wealthy families, those born into a fisherman's trade, or Demon Slayers trained to fight yōkai on any turf, including the air, and in the water. "I dunno about you, but I'm not lookin' to become fish food at the bottom of a lake."

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@bornforhim replied to your post “"It's the long, flowing, silver hair. Gets women....”:

"Hmm... from my experience, dark hair works perfectly fine."

"It works different for you. You're naturally pretty, I ain't got that. Got ears like a dog and a body like mochi ever since y'started takin' over campfire cooking. Let my silver hair flow in peace, 'cause I ain't never cuttin' it off."