#demonicdogs

[mcuntainbcrn]

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“I wonder how time will pass to you - will the years pass like hours? ...perhaps days to you? It feels like it fluctuates for me - there are times where days all blend together, and still others where days never seem to end...it’s odd.”

Fingertips idly toyed with her honey colored hair, absently detangling knots as she spoke, the locks weaving through the spaces between her digits.

“...forgive me for rambling - just thinking outloud.”

[ryan-spirits-92]

Sketch of the day

[madisonxrussell]

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Madison snorted, failing to hold back her laughter at how ridiculously overblown Inuyasha took her reply. My God, how easy was it to get him going? How would he react if she pushed him a little more? 

“If you wanted directions, why would you call me a bitch?” 

[mcuntainbcrn]

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She wasn’t entirely sure why the demon continued to drop in - certainly he had more pressing matters to attend to...and those who followed him, of course; still, she wasn’t troubled by the company...which in and of itself was unusual - generally the presence of anyone made her every nerve teeter on a knife edge.

She listened in silence as he spoke, approaching the dilapidated ruins of the shrine, eyes taking in how nature reclaimed the space for itself, “...you’re not wrong - humans and their attention spans are about as short and fleeting as their lives, sadly...I wonder if the god was sad to be abandoned, or if it’s so commonplace that they saw it coming...expected it...though perhaps that’s an even sadder option, depending on who you are.”

Her fingers wrapped around the vessel, taking in the warmth of the liquid it contained - she still needed to find something to change into; she’d been keeping her eyes peeled for discarded or abandoned clothing as she had ventured out into her new surroundings but had yet to have any real success.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

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She wasn’t sure where the statement had stemmed from, truly - perhaps it was finally acknowledging the passage of time all around her, that despite the shift in the colors of the foliage overhead from lush greens to vibrant, fiery shades of red, yellow and orange, that the two of them were left behind, completely unchanged; perhaps it was the shift in the tone of their conversation...she couldn’t be certain.

What she was sure of was that they weren’t empty words - that, surprisingly enough, she genuinely meant it, believed it, as dour as her mind and heart generally were, “...I do...I couldn’t begin to tell you why, but I do.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

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She was quiet as she listened, her expression neutral as she took in this information as she allowed her back to press back against the broad trunk of an old growth tree, arms wound around her knees, “...you were a child - you weren’t meant to be strong; you were meant to be safe...that you were denied that, purely due to the circumstances of your birth is sickening.”

She allowed her head to tilt back to peer up at him with her halves gaze, “...not that there’s anything wrong with being strong, but you weren’t truly allowed to be a child...and that’s heartbreaking.”

[madisonxrussell]

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“To be honest?” Madison gave a simple shrug before answering, “You looked very beautiful and were very still. I was curious.” 

How was she not supposed to be curious? Here was a stranger dressed in kimono in mainland China, of all places, incredibly close to Mothra’s ancient temple that was now secured by Monarch. Not a single spot of dirt marred the elegant clothing, nor had he looked so fatigued despite his nap. 

And then when she came closer, other odd features appeared in her vision. 

Even now, as he was awake, the psychic immediately felt a difference in Sesshomaru’s mind. Not nearly so vast and alien as a Titan, no, but distinctly different from other humans and even Cybertronians. It was fascinating. 

[mcuntainbcrn]

+ @demonicdogs​ asked:  “ it doesn’t make us weak ”

“...I quite literally fall apart when I have panic attacks - I can’t hold myself together, and then have to attempt to draw the nanoparticles of myself back together while my mind is screaming thousands of things all at once, all vying for attention...even that doesn’t constitute what you define as weak, it is a liability and puts others at risk...being alone is better, then I can’t hurt anyone.”