No, it’s not an April Fools’ joke – the Pink Moon Observatory, our brand new SessKag fan site, is now officially live for community-wide beta testing!! Head on over and check it out 🙂 (You can find me there as wonderbug!)

You’ll need to register to view the content, which will be growing by leaps and bounds from today onward. There’s also new PMO-exclusive content that will be rolling out each Friday during April so stay tuned for that! Mythicamagic & DeadlyGlacier have new feature fics posted on PMO as of today 💕

Below is a sneak preview of my own PMO feature fic, which will be debuting April 15th —

At the End of the World

Years after the well has shut, during a getaway trip to the mythic Irish coast, Kagome encounters a familiar figure from her past.

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A modern fairytale, told in four parts.

 

Part 1 Preview

There wasn’t much of a road leading up to this landmark. The dirt path just faded to grass. But with her bike, this made little difference. At a decent clip, Kagome sailed on toward the steely gray glint of the sea.

She wondered if the lack of a paved road was intentional. According to her driver, the locals held this spot to be haunted by a white ghost. Even on the map of the area, it seemed to be palely marked, compared to the rest.

But more than likely, it just wasn’t all that popular with tourists. From a distance, Kagome could see why this might be. As the rolling green slopes gave way to plunging sea cliffs, she saw the ruined dark towers that stood like crumbling sentinels at the steep mouth of an inlet. It looked as though at any moment, this old ancient fastness might decide to tumble straight down into the churning waters below.

Leading up to the towers were structures still more eldritch and eerie—pillars of standing stone, erected in the grass in some inscrutable array. Dismounting, Kagome approached them. It seemed irreverent to her, to lean her bike against these structures. Since it didn’t have a kickstand, she laid it down carefully in the grass and then crossed over to the stones. Smoothing her palm across the pitted, lichen-crusted granite, she closed her eyes. Like the soundless tolling of a bell, she felt a curious resonance in her soul.

It was a while before she opened her eyes again. Before her, the dark rock faintly glowed. Kagome drew her hand away in surprise. She glanced around furtively on impulse—though of course there was no one else on this forgotten peninsula but herself.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she wandered on ahead. About a quarter mile farther, the ruined towers lay, black and dilapidated as if they’d weathered a fiery hailstorm or two. The scent of the sea filled her nose—briny and crisp, and softly stinging. Pausing, Kagome bound back her hair against the relentless, bitter lashing of the wind.

The closer she drew to the blasted old castle, the sadder and bleaker it looked. Really it was just an old pile of rocks, still stacked up together in a vague semblance of pattern. The insides were hollow as old bones, full of moss and dry dirt. If it weren’t for the warped pits of the window-holes, it wouldn’t look like much of anything at all.

It was strange, Kagome reflected, how this castle must be so much younger than those standing stones. Yet somehow they were stouter, better preserved through the decay of time. Could it be that human hands hadn’t shaped them? That curious, ethereal reaction to her touch made her question…

Lost in thought, Kagome meandered around the outskirts of the towers. Circling toward the sea, she froze. At the very knifepoint of the peninsula she saw it—

Not the ‘white ghost’ of legend, but a phantom of another sort.

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“Sesshoumaru?” she said, almost a whisper.

The wind and waves swallowed up the slip of sound. But the distant figure turned toward her all the same.

To see him so suddenly after all this time left her stunned mind briefly blank. Then, as the moment of blank shock passed, she was left reeling in a jumble of inner chaos. His face was the same, and it wasn’t. Kagome struggled to process the change. Without his markings visible, he looked startlingly like a man.

Startlingly like his younger brother.

Yet his hair was still long and silver—though only about shoulder-length now, and bound at the nape—and his eyes were still light, like burnt amber. And the cool, keen look he fixed her with—well that was the most familiar of all. Whether it was the lingering hangover, or the terrible excitement of this discovery, she felt her head go perilously light.

“Kagome,” he said back to her, and she fainted on the spot.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Hope y’all enjoyed the teaser! 😉 Have a wonderful weekend!! 💕