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For some reason this ask is totally blank BUT I see your Kikyou icon and I love it!
“ i trust you. ”
Words that should’ve put his mind to ease only inadvertently caused him more throe, dark eyebrows knitting in t r e p i d a t i o n as Kikyo diligently held his gaze from their intimate distance, the priestess unwavering as she waited on him with breasts exposed. Inu-Yasha had only ever 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓭 being intimate with the priestess, a 🆃🅰🅽🆃🅰🅻🅸🆉🅸🅽🅶 delusion that awoke him from his sleep with thick sweats and rapid heartbeats; to have her half-robed before him could not truly be reality? How a chaste kiss had turned into desperate and breathless movements had escaped him, but the implications of her words bore on him heavily and brought him back to a moment of realization–they could not, should not continue.
He leaned away from her, reaching behind himself to pulled his discarded crimson robe over her shoulders in a gesture of respect. How terrible it was to have to DENY something he desperately wanted … but how abhorrent would have been to selfishly indulge and change the natural order of things. He didn’t deserve to know the most 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 parts of her.
“Let’s just … stop here … ” His voice was soft, almost guilty so as he avoided her gaze, still feeling it upon him. He began to worry; Would she be dissatisfied with his response?
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【 @hossuru sent in 】: ❝ “the stars wish they were as bright as you.” ❞
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A bold claim, compliment? Either way, it was certainly something he hadn’t been expecting to hear today, and yet it was everything he wanted to hear.
❛ Your kind words are always much appreciated priestess ❜ he answers softly, a gentle smiling gracing his features. ❛ Thank you ❜
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“ i died that day. ”
izuminokami glanced at her. “it’s true” he thought, and refrained himself from scoffing. if he wouldn’ve have been given the opportunity to be granted a human body and travel back in time ( all by the same human hands ) he wouldn’t have believed such magic exists. but here he is, in a human body, and in a time period long before he was even born. ❛ and yet you’re still here. ❜
❝ --- yeah ... ❞
although Inuyasha spoke as if he were miles away into the starry abyss he stared up into, his attention was cemented in this moment, focused solely on the woman beside him. the hanyō’s mind cycled through years of memories shared with her, reimagining every scenario as if Onigumo and Naraku had never entered their lives. both of them as ordinary humans with nothing to tie them to the world except each other.
❝ where do y’think we’d be right now, if they were ? what would we have changed ... how different would our lives be ?
do y’think ... we’d be happy, Kikyō ? ❞
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hossuru.
“Were it not for this very human heart, Kikyo, you would once more be one with the earth...”
Did she think to wound HIM with hurtful words? That there might be some grand victory held over the archfiend by virtue of an aching heart and a past life’s own mournful misgivings? Oh- had he so loose a grasp of his own identity it just might work. However HE was Naraku. Not that pathetic Onigumo. No matter how much his broken bandit’s heart plead with it’s new owner to love the priestess, the spider would fight it every step of the way with ice-cold hate.
He takes a slow step forward. The burgeoning, squirming stalks of fleshy appendages writhing under his own skin for release, for her blood.
“So you see I have yet another reason to despise humans. Their words, their hearts, what a pathetically feeble and saccharine lot you are! That a mere voice in the back of my head permits you to breath... Infuriating.”
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