9: What's your fandom's most overused trope?
I’m going to call it classic instead of overused...Because I don’t think that’s possible...and I’m going to call it the mating mark. It’s because it’s just so damn good, and (in my opinion) it comes from a place of no one really wanting Inu to grow old alone...And if I went deeper here...I think that’s because WE don’t want to grow old alone.
17: How are you procrastinating today?
Inuyasha burst into the men's bathroom, bracing his shaky hands on the ledge of the sink.
This...This couldn't be happening. Could it? It...He knew it was possible...That it would happen one day...But...now?
He reached over the sink to turn on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face and dampening his silver bangs. He'd hoped it would help...But...He still felt lightheaded. Shaken. Trembling. His breathing was ragged, and he looked...about as big a mess as he felt.
Because the shirt he was wearing...
"It's...it's ok," he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror - the bright red of his cotton button-down glaring back at him like a beacon in the night. It was the most jarring thing in his world. His hair was still the same silvery grey it had always been. His eyes the same shade of grey.
The rest of his world...it was still...
It was bright fucking red.
The first color he had ever seen that wasn't in greyscale.
He ran his clawed fingers through his bangs, trying to get a hold of himself, but it was hard. It was like his thoughts weren't connecting in his brain, and everything had just gone...blank. He should be excited. Thrilled. Instead, he was fucking terrified.
Because his soulmate was nearby...
...And today was the fucking biggest day of his professional life.
The door to the bathroom burst open, and Inuyasha could smell Sesshomaru before he could see him.
"What the fuck man? Why the hell did y--" he demanded, stopping mid-sentence when he could smell his younger brother's nervousness. See the water on his face and clothes. "Yash...what...Are you ok?"
Inuyasha slowly shook his head swallowing. He tried to open his mouth and tell his brother, but the words caught in his throat and he was left floundering. His lips were trying to form words he couldn't actually articulate.
"Inuyasha, what happened," Sesshomaru pressed, taking his shoulders between his large hands. It should have felt comforting...but all it did was make him feel smaller. Like he was a child again, needing his older brother to protect him from the kids at school that made fun of him.
Because he was color blind.
They'd called him a freak. A weirdo. Strange.
All because he couldn't relate to simple questions, like - What's your favorite color? Can you pass me the yellow marker? What do these four things have in common?
Hint - it was the color blue.
Something he couldn't see.
Because he hadn't met his soulmate yet.
But now...now he was seeing red. Literally.
Yes, I’m already on chapter 2. No, I shouldn’t be writing this.
Thanks for the ask @lavendertwilight89!! Love you babe!
