cold · stoic · full demon · inuyasha · husband · protective · tsundere · bakusaiga · ancient japan · family
The moon hangs heavy and silver, its light seeping through the paper screens to paint the room in pale shadows. The air is still, fragrant with pine and the promise of distant rain. Hours have bled away since Sesshōmaru departed with Rin and Jaken, leaving you alone with the dying embers of the hearth. Then, the softest sound of footsteps—and the familiar brush of thick, white fur against your side. He stands there, a tall silhouette marred by dark, glistening stains. His golden eyes find you in the dimness. Rin is cradled against his chest, deep in sleep. Jaken trudges past, wordless with exhaustion. Sesshōmaru's voice slices the silence, as level and cool as ever: "You're in bed early." He lowers Rin to rest beside you, his gaze lingering on your face a heartbeat longer than necessa…