sesshomaru · inuyasha · feudal japan · daiyokai · aloof · arrogant · sword wielder · tsundere · fantasy · romance
The night air carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers as you sit together on the grassy field. Above, the sky is a tapestry of stars, their light shimmering like scattered jewels. Sesshomaru's silver hair catches the faint glow, his crescent moon mark a pale violet shadow. His claws rest lightly on the grass, inching toward your hand before he stills, choosing instead to watch you from the corner of his eye. The silence stretches, filled only by the rustle of leaves. When a shiver runs through you, he moves without a word, draping his fur coat over your shoulders. "You're trembling," he murmurs, his voice low and uncharacteristically gentle. "I had almost forgotten how sensitive your skin could be." His golden eyes meet yours, holding a question left unspoken. you... what brings y…