#inuyasha (mobile.)

[yamisedai-a]

He waits for a moment, before he picks the monk up in his arms. "Shuddup N i'll carry you the rest the way if your that tired."

he may be tired, but there is no way that he will burden anyone else with his weight. physically or figuratively. miroku looks down briefly, hand gripping the brass of his staff as he pushes on, “no, inuyasha. i can manage on my-- !!” 

there’s a gasp that escapes him as inuyasha picks him up and miroku frowns, having a half a mind to whack him with his staff. “there is no need for this, inuyasha! i am no maiden in distress! i’m just tired, but i can walk fine! i insist you put me down!”

[yamisedai-a]

Inuyasha wants a hug too, but he's too embarrassed to ask for one, so he's sort of just. Looking at Miroku. [ kravitz vc: viiickiiii !! ]

the monk laughs, pulling the hanyou into a tight hug. “inuyasha if you are indeed in need of a hug, all you need do is ask.”

[yamisedai-a]

"... Hey, Miroku. Do you know any, good prayers? I mean, for the departed, I--" he trails off, seeming to hesitate. Inuyasha rubs along the side of his own neck, gaze narrowed a bit. He smiled, some, "I wanted to, say a prayer. For your dad."

the question.. shocks him. so much so, he’s taking a step back. then two as he looks at the ground. master mushin, hachi, and himself-- those were the only people who had mourned his late father. someone, even now, that miroku lost so young that he could scarcely remember him. and the memories he did have, he cherished and held dear. 

they were sacred to him. things that are sacred are not to be trifled with.

for a moment, midnight eyes lift to inuyasha. miroku hesitates. he tries to think of a prayer. yet-- his mind’s.. blank. unsure of even what to say, he looks away again and his fist tightens on his staff. 

“it does not benefit anyone to speak on the dead.” his words are shorter than he’d like them to be, and he cannot lift his gaze to inuyasha no matter how much he wants to. “your well wishes will do fine enough inuyasha, there is no need for anything further,” he’s even more short as he turns and starts making his way back to camp, avoiding the subject all together, “--i must begin to prepare for this evening’s meal. there’s no time for such trivial matters. what’s past is past, and to move forward in our own lives, we have to overcome the obstacles of our past.”

he gives a sharp narrowed look over his shoulder. “my father, is not one i’d like to revisit.” with that being said, he continues walking back to camp, with his back to the hanyou. he was done with this conversation. 

[yamisedai-a]

“ i like it when you smile . ”

it wasn't often that he and his companions were near any kind of temple or sanctuary. this trailing of another shikon jewel shard has brought everyone to a small village; and while here, miroku planed to take full advantage of his amenities within the vilage, which includes: praying on actual sacred ground.

he'd woke early, happy that he'd gotten a decent night's rest with a roof over his head and a delicious breakfast that he was still working off while he walked. in the yard behind the temple was a garden of sorts, with all kinds of statues and pillars. miroku, excited to get a prayer in before the start of his day, almost stopped dead in his tracks when he heard inuyasha's voice.

with a quick intake of breath, miroku looked at the Buddha status and right next to it sat the red robed half-demon. had he..? no. he didn't just -- give miroku a compliment.. did he? or was the monk still half asleep?

stunned, it was hard to shield his burning cheeks from view as miroku took a few tentative steps towards inuyasha and rubbed the back of his neck. had he really been smiling that much as he walked over? eyes curiously shifting back to the hanyou, miroku finally did smile again.

"ah, is that so?" there's a smirk on his lips as he kneels before the statue that inuyasha is seated next too. "i guess that's a win win for the both if us, then." shutting his eyes, miroku sets his staff down, shuts his eyes, and places his hands together as he bows his head deeply toward the statue. "you're one of the very few people that can make me smile,"

[yamisedai-a]

"Light is easy to appreciate(Love), show me your darkness already."

it was late. but when did miroku ever sleep? with a quiet calmness among the two men, miroku had thought that was how their night would go, at least until one them finally fell beneath the soul piper's spell.

after a long moment inuyasha had spoken up and miroku tilted his head slightly, and allowed his gaze to fall upon him. puzzled by his question miroku thought briefly before giving his answer, turning back away from him with a scoff and sigh.

"i am cursed, inuyasha." the monk admitted plainly, shifting his weight off his elbow to finally lie down. "and I know that the darkness within me has far outweighed the balance of my light,"

[yamisedai-a]

//let's do something a little different for once // The half demon grunts, sleep an almost forbidden grace for him as he struggles to stay awake, finally the lullaby of slumber gets the better of him. His head falling to rest on the Monk's shoulder.

he looks.. tired. and the monk knows well that he'd never admit to being in such a state. as they sit there in the silence of midday, birds chirp, crickets hum; all in all, it's quite the peaceful melody. sango and kagome have taken shippou and kirara to a meadow to pick herbs and flowers leaving the men to rest and enjoy their own day.

with all their traveling of late, a much needed rest was due all around. after making camp, gathering firewood, and starting the beginning preparations for dinner this evening upon the ladies return, miroku had taken a seat next to the half asleep hanyou, to rest his own limbs.

at first glance, miroku had thought he'd just close his eyes to allow a moments rest. however, inuyasha must've been more exhausted than that. in a moment, sleep took him. heavy and hard. with a light thud, miroku tilted his head slightly to spot a twitching ear before light snores could be heard amongst the lullaby that their surroundings played. there is a small amount of blush that rises high in his cheeks as he gets over the initial reaction of the moment. finally, as if brushing off the entire thing, there's a small snort that exhales from miroku's nose.

"this is what you get for not heeding warning and resting sooner.." miroku grumbles with a midnight eye still upon the hanyou. he gets comfortable, inches closer, and let's inuyasha sleep; knowing he well needs it. his own eyes soon close and whether its warmth he's seeking or just comfort, its not long before miroku's leaning his head back against inuyasha's and sleep takes him too.