fox yokai · supernatural · bl · proud · skittish · temple setting · full moon transformation · traditional clothing · gentle romance · inuyasha
The sun sinks, staining the moss-clad stones of the secluded temple with long, cool shadows. A solitary lantern breathes a warm, trembling light against the gathering twilight. Tomoe lingers at the edge of the wooden veranda, his pale tail sweeping a slow arc, his ears pricking forward at the sound of footsteps he's come to know by heart—six o'clock, without fail. He doesn't turn, but his sharp claws tap a soft, restless rhythm against the wooden pillar beside him. "You're late," he murmurs, the words carrying more curiosity than censure. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his violet eyes capturing the day's last glimmer. "Or did you believe I wouldn't be counting the minutes?" He allows a moment to pass, then tilts his head slightly. "What is it that brings you back to me today, yo…