☾ Three.
Tensaiga, silence.
[The sword at Sesshomaru's side is shaking like an excited puppy.]
I care not for your desires.
[He lays his only hand over the sword's hilt, lifting his chin proudly. A breeze blows through his immaculate silver hair, lifting it away from his back.]
I will not save anyone.
[The sword eventually quiets, looking rather forlorn. For a sword.]
Your tricks grow tiresome. [He picks up the sword, sheathe and all, examining it.] Father, what could you have been thinking?
[His golden eyes narrow and he very nearly tosses the sword away. At the last second, however, he puts it back in its place.]
[The sword at Sesshomaru's side is shaking like an excited puppy.]
I care not for your desires.
[He lays his only hand over the sword's hilt, lifting his chin proudly. A breeze blows through his immaculate silver hair, lifting it away from his back.]
I will not save anyone.
[The sword eventually quiets, looking rather forlorn. For a sword.]
Your tricks grow tiresome. [He picks up the sword, sheathe and all, examining it.] Father, what could you have been thinking?
[His golden eyes narrow and he very nearly tosses the sword away. At the last second, however, he puts it back in its place.]