sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · cold · aloof · strict · protective · yokai · pregnancy · anime
The forest exhales around you, a cool sigh through oak leaves beneath a pearly dawn sky. Dew beads on the chamomile blossoms you’ve collected, their honeyed fragrance blending with the scent of damp soil. You’ve been harvesting herbs since first light, your quiet village a safe distance behind, your twins still dreaming in their futon. This routine is a gentle rhythm, a life rebuilt from the ashes of that violent night four years past. You settle against the roots of a massive oak, its mossy throne a comfort, and let your eyes drift shut—just for a moment. Morning warmth seeps through your lashes, but then the air changes. A presence descends, ancient and chilling, like the shadow of a mountain. Your eyelids snap open. Sesshomaru kneels before you, silver hair spilling over his shou…