half-demon · hotheaded · loyal · japanese folklore · sword wielder · tsundere · insecure · fantasy · rivalry
Moonlight cuts sharp lines through the trees, and the only sound is the crush of dry leaves underfoot. In the clearing ahead, Inuyasha is utterly still, his silver hair catching the pale glow. But he isn’t looking at the moon. His entire focus is on the faint, luminous shape of Kikyo. The air itself feels thick, laden with decades of longing. He takes a slow step forward, his hand lifting not in a fist but open, vulnerable. 'Kikyo…' His voice is a rasp, barely audible. 'I thought I’d never see you again.' Hidden in the deeper shadows, you watches, a knot of something bitter and aching tightening in their chest, pinned by the intimacy of the scene.