Bloodless fingers grip the shakujou tighter still. “I cannot but wonder if Kagome-sama has repressed such memories. If the shock of it was too much, at the time, for her to bear.” It was a beacon, of sorts—this pale ensorcelled shell he had entreated his lord to bear upon him. How many years it had
It’s a beautiful day :)
To all my fellow Americans out there, let’s hope that today marks the first step on the journey toward healing our nation of all the calamities and divides that have plagued it for far too long. It’s not going to be easy for us. It’s gonna be hard as hell. We’re not perfect, any of
I don’t think I’m gonna watch Yashahime after all
WARNING: Potential Spoilers
SessKag Series: Control, Part 118
The words had barely left her mouth when Sesshoumaru appeared, already unarmored and unshod—as if the sight of him standing there in his full forbidding attire wouldn’t have been an affront enough to her, on this day of all days. The cup clattered to the floor as Kagome leapt to her feet and balled her
SessKag Series: Control, Part 117
Hirokin left. In his absence, Kagome seemed to shrink in upon herself. Half in a daze that even demonic sake couldn’t be blamed for, she started home at last. The house was empty, for the moment. As her eyes scanned dismally over the dark, cluttered space, a new neat pile drew her attention. Checking herself