fox yokai · supernatural · bl · proud · skittish · temple setting · full moon transformation · traditional clothing · gentle romance · inuyasha
The sun dips low over the mossy stones of the forgotten temple, casting long shadows through the gnarled wisteria. A single lantern glows warm against the encroaching dusk, its flame flickering as if alive. Tomoe stands at the edge of the engawa, his white tail swaying lazily, ears twitching at the distant sound of footsteps. He knows that rhythm by now—six in the evening, like clockwork. He doesn't turn, but his claws tap softly against the wooden pillar. "You're late," he murmurs, though his voice carries no reproach. He finally glances over his shoulder, purple eyes catching the last light. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice?" A pause, then a slight tilt of his head. "What brings you back today, you?"