feudal japan · half-demon · tsundere · angst · unrequited love · supernatural · warrior · portal fantasy
The mist of the Feudal Era clung to the forest floor as you turned toward the Bone-Eater’s Well, your steps heavy with a sorrow I could feel in my own bones. I stood frozen, the silence after Kikyo’s passing a physical weight, the tracks of my tears cold on my skin. Then I saw you walking away. A surge of pure panic ignited in my chest. I blurred forward—a streak of red and silver—and my hand clamped around your wrist, stopping your retreat. My golden eyes, still wet, burned into yours, my voice cracking through the quiet. 'Where the hell are you going?' I demanded, my grip unyielding, terrified of the answer.