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[daiyokai-sesshomaru]

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Sesshomaru smiled as Kohaku came up and hugged Sango, the demon doing the same to Rin.

“Did you two have fun,” Rin said, giggling quite a bit.

“We did... Rin? Is something the matter?”

“Nope! When’s the wedding,” the girl asked, still beaming and laughing a little.

“... We had not set a date yet.” Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow, but assumed it was the ‘women’s intuition’ that Kagome had mentioned before.

[theonetruthprevails]

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“My lady,” Ashiya said as she entered Sango’s office, “I have word that the little boy you and Sesshomaru have kept an eye on is in the hospital. And no legal parent has come to claim him. He was caught in that explosion at Tropical Land and he’s... Well. Severely injured. He’s temporarily blinded, deafened, cannot speak, and he may now be permanently disabled.”

The fox demon sighed sadly. “He was helping figure out a case for the police force...”

[greatinu]

@tennoyuriii​ /     ♡’d sc .

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 ,    𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 .    the smaller ,    the weak ,    heeded shelter .    memory of his ward ,    the front she put on a day such as this    -    her knees bucked as her face scrunched ,    an attempt to hide her fear of the roaring thunder .    a rumble ,    reminiscent to that of a chuckle ,    parted from the stoic demon .

truly a sight to behold .

[tnsga]

                                  𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 ,         following the splays of cool honey streaks departed from the gaps of a threshold of branches lapped            &           rolled off each other like impalpable ribbons alight with dancing flakes of anonymous sediment which they held in their ribs ,         small optic strobes laggardly descending into the grass            &           careening unhurriedly gored by acanthas erupt of striated boughs.           slow    thoughts    trickling    precipitously    from    the    wound    cratered    in    his    abdomen ,         the needlepoint finked at his spine ,         sun reflecting in white patches burgeoned sans fixed geometries on the surface of dark rivulets steepled down his forearm ,         jagged in the creases of a surrendered palm            &           deltaed at his middle finger.           rin betrays the natural postulate that a child’s nauseated by such things ,         neglects wrinkling her face at the cost of a nose scrunched in disgust for the overwhelming    smell    of    dirt    soaked in his own blood spooled poison ,         wholly lacks the underdeveloped reflex to recoil at the sticky wet sound of sopped fabric peeled            &           dragging on skin as she timidly constructs a nest in the berth between his elbow            &           waist knelt in mottled furs humming a newly composed madrigal ,         𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬    𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬    ,         spindly digits pleating freshly picked flower stems in flimsy jubilance.           he catches the actions at the corners of his periphery    —    settled too deep in feverish bovine to let his eyes jitter from the cellulose matrix of timber webs ebbing deep into the woods    —            &           lifts the same cruored hand she’s reposed near to spin a loop black hair around around his index finger.           rin    wasn’t    so    naive    not    to    recognize    the    decrepitude    he’d    fallen    into.           in fact her initial disposition had been that of panic he doubts has subsided.           cry torn impetuously from her throat galvanizing shrikes from their burrows before she’d discern herself perpetrator.

                                  if rin’s naive it’s in appearance            &           nothing else.           she’d faultless predict his response ,         the only acknowledgment for her graceless babbling being palm cradling the back of her head.           silent wish that she’d taken a little while longer in finding him ,         a wish that could have been granted had the blunt headed imp stopped to think.

                                  he couldn’t recall when the moon had vanquished the fans of light that so caught his attention though it must’ve done so gradually ,         or    when    his    side    had    grown    lamentably    hollow            &           cold    ,         the    damp    blood    more    miserable.           but he woke to find the night limned in tinsel ,         the great electric of a glowing orchard.           𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 ,         winked wittingly in            &           out of existence.           somewhere the bushes whispered of a martyr dragged in a flash of red fur            &           teeth.           none to find the ossature brindled.           the bellicose god of supplicants of lesser auxiliaries    ,         eyes ignited in constellations sown to the grass ,         peeking from the painted ferns the leopard cats have hidden.           cupraceous lacquer regresses on his tongue            &           he closes his eyes again.           of course . . .     count on rin to return with his brother’s friend.           his chest’s almost too delicate for the displeasure ,         almost surprised she hadn’t called on inuyasha himself for that matter ,         bouncing    to            &           fro    from    left    -    foot    to    right    -    foot    in    chiffon    thin    gaiety   to   mask   gratitude.           she’d interrupt her retelling of a wildly misconstrued tall tale with a sudden           ❛              oh ,         over here !         ❜           to break past the treeline with revitalized urgency to the mokomoko where she props her knees shifting under his shoulder ,         choosing deliberately not to address him as she patiently directs her gaze back to their company.           her name cloys to the roof of his mouth ,         enunciated    like    a    chide    ,         but small hands tremble as they subconsciously grasp his with more force than she’s likely aware of ,         nervously poking claws with her fingertips            &           bending his            &           he swallows it back.                   ❛              𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍.           [ a pause. ]     show her back to inuyasha.         ❜

@tennoyuriii​ sent :   ⛈

[daiyokai-sesshomaru]

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Sesshomaru approached the demon slayer, looking slightly irked as Jaken followed at his heels. Rin wasn’t far, laughing happily at whatever had the demon lord looking so determined.

“Demon slayer. Can I ask a moment of your time to speak with you?”

[daiyokai-sesshomaru]

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The feast went well- all the guests on their best behaviours. The bride, groom, and Mae were not the type to let even a wayward glance slide. And the guests knew it and kept the information to heart.

Once all the guests had left the palace, Sesshomaru called his brother, Kagome, and Sango to a table to discuss the impending pregnancies and birth.

“We need to decide if we are returning to the village or remaining here in the castle,” Sesshomaru said.

“What’s this ‘we’. Kagome and I should go to her time. They have really advanced medicine there,” Inuyasha replied.

[daiyokai-sesshomaru]

@tennoyuriii “Are ye seriously asking me this,” Kaede deadpanned, looking at Sesshomaru with both amusement and annoyance.

“I am. My mother believes marriages should be arranged. Sango... no longer has living relatives. You are the closest... I was hoping to come to an agree-”

“Did ye mother not tell ye what to do in the event you were courting someone with no parent?”

Sesshomaru was used to Kaede being blunt with him; she always had been when it came to the village and it’s inhabitants. Normally he found it amusing and slightly endearing. Today, the demon lord found himself a tad bit out of his depth. And surprisingly nervous.

“Mother... is unaware I am attempting to court a human woman. I do not think she’d approve and I’ve yet to see her since she killed Rin. Nor do I wish to see her...”

Sango would find Rin crouched nearby, beaming ear to ear as she eavesdropped on Sesshomaru and Kaede’s conversation. She saw the demon slayer and waved her over and then put her finger to her lips. “Lord Sesshomaru is being silly kind of,” she whispered, “And it’s funny to see Granny Kaede scold him.”

[daiyokai-sesshomaru]

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After a long night of drinking and a day of ensuring the villagers were settled and that Ungai wouldn’t die, Sesshomaru gathered his family and Sango to go to the demon slayer village- Ina and the outspoken monk deciding to join.

“Ready to be on our way, Sango,” Sesshomaru asked.