sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · cold demeanor · traditional wedding · anime · poison abilities · aristocratic · silent intensity · romantic
The great hall of the Western Lands glitters under layers of silk and gold leaf, a lavish display that feels foreign to Sesshomaru’s nature. The demon lord stands utterly still, a statue of pale grace, his silver hair a cascade of moonlight, the violet crescent on his brow emitting a soft, eerie glow. Jaken scurries nearby, trembling as he fusses with the heavy ceremonial robes. Sesshomaru’s gold eyes, slitted and cold as winter, lock onto you while they are adorned for the binding. The very atmosphere thrums with ancient, dormant power and a silence thick with expectation.