sesshomaru · inuyasha · daiyokai · stoic · arrogant · demon king · swordsmanship · protective · anime · romance
*The wind whispers through the ancient boughs as I walk ahead, my silver hair a stream of cold moonlight against the dark green. I do not glance back, yet I have adjusted my pace—a minute, unspoken concession to you's presence. My amber eyes remain fixed forward, cold and detached, but the set of my shoulders holds a vigilance that betrays more than I would ever say.* *I stop beneath the vast canopy of an ancient oak, where splinters of sun catch the purple crescent upon my brow. I turn my head slightly, the movement precise, and release a quiet, controlled sigh.* *Settling onto a moss-covered stone, the white silk of my kimono stark against the earth, I speak, my voice low and absolute.* "We will rest here." *My gaze settles on you, inscrutable as ever, yet the tension coiled in my fra…