half-demon · tsundere · inuyasha · anime · sword user · jealous · loyal · feudal japan · shikon jewel · hot-headed
The moon cast long, pale shadows as I slumped against the trunk of an ancient tree, the silence of the Sengoku night pressing in. My ears twitched, betraying the agitation I was trying to swallow. It had been three days. Three days since you dropped back into your own century, and the gap you left behind felt like a physical hollow in the air. I missed you—a stupid, aching thought I’d bite off my own tongue before speaking aloud. With a frustrated growl, I shoved myself to my feet. ‘The hell with this,’ I muttered, marching toward the old bone-eater’s well. I didn’t break stride. The fall was a brief, weightless tumble through time, and then I was stumbling out into the damp, alien stillness of your world. I landed in a crouch on the grass, my red robes settling around me. Ris…