I must go was all he had said, and rather sharply at that. Kagome ground her teeth—as much at Sesshoumaru’s abrupt departure from Edo village as at the pangs now assaulting her lower half. With all the stress and weight loss following Inuyasha’s death, she’d experienced a temporary reprieve from the relentlessness of womanhood. But that
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 42
Throwing a few more shirts onto the laundry pile, Kagome hefted up the heaping basket and shouldered her way through the noren curtain. Outside, the biting air of early morning struck her full in the face. If she hadn’t been wide awake before, she certainly was now. As she picked her way down the porch
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 41
Although it was far from morning still, as she and Sesshoumaru parted ways at her porch step, Kagome felt more revitalized than she had in many days. Now reassured that he would remain a part of her life, she found herself with renewed energy for it. Settling Taiyoutori down in a bed of straw near
SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 40
For more than a week, Kagome languished on, merely existing in the wake of Sesshoumaru’s bitter departure from Edo village. His absence was glaring, all-consuming. The last words he’d spoken seemed to hang in the air around her, haunting her wherever she went. In this haze of guilt and exhaustion, her days and nights ran
Control Side-Stories: The Meadow
In love— What a question. Sesshoumaru’s eyes slanted down. Back against the wall he sat and watched her, as he often did. The slight furl of her outstretched hand brushed against the trailing edge of his fur. His lashes lowered as he studied her sleeping face, unguarded and untroubled, smooth and softly pale as a
Help! I’m Alive
Happy Halloween, y’all! I know it’s belated, just like everything I do, but just thought I’d drop a line on this most lovely of holidays to let you know that I’m still alive – and writing! – despite my recent lack of posts. So what’s been going on with me? Well, long story short I’ve
Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 6
It was the one rite of hers which Sesshoumaru had never prompted her to observe, this daily paying of her respects to Inuyasha. Not that Kagome had ever needed prompting. Even in the depths of her depression, she had dragged herself here, to his graveside. It was the one place she felt a fleeting measure
Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 5
Near the steps of the shrine, Kagome met him. The trailing end of his fur mounded like snowdrifts against the weathered stone. Wintry sunlight wreathed his silver-white form, lending him a particularly ghostly quality as he looked out over the rows of graves. Coming to rest upon her, the lambent glow of his eyes felt
Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 4
Depleted, Kagome lay, her weary eyes trained upon the hearth’s dim coals. She had barely mustered the wherewithal to kick off her sandals upon returning home, let alone rebuild the fire. Collapsed on her bed in her priestess attire, she was merely aware of her rumpled, shivering state. Merely aware of her continued existence as
Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 3
But the more pressure she felt to avoid it, the more Kagome was drawn to it—the cool and patient darkness that lay at the bottom of her grief. A darkness she could fall into, settle into. How easy it would be, like slipping over the edge of the Bone-Eater’s Well. Like returning home. In the