Green Cloth
Title: Green Cloth
Author: Helena Mariel
Prompt: Spectrum Challenge - Green
Genre: Romance
AU/CU: Canon Universe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Word Count: 200
A/N: Part of a seven story series.
Summary: Sesshoumaru never believed anyone could save him… or that he would need saving in the first place.
With time, Sesshoumaru slowly felt his body strengthen, though he was still far from recovery. It had been especially difficult to keep his pride intact, but his feral instincts were kept at bay. He was in no position to deny help, regardless of whom it came from.
The beast inside him was dying.
He heard her footsteps as she walked towards the room he’d been living in for so long now. Had it been three weeks already? Sesshoumaru couldn’t say for certain.
Her spiritual energy washed over his body, jostling an unexplainable sensation inside of him. She was no threat to him, but rather an ally.
She’d once called him her ‘friend.’
His amber eyes silently roamed over her slender figure, fixating on the strange, green cloth that barely covered her shapely, tanned legs. They were muscles that had been shaped by perilous journeys and her skin was littered with many battle scars which she seemed to proudly display.
Sesshoumaru was pleased to note how the prettily she blushed at his attentions, her hands fidgeting with the medicines she’d use daily on wounds that would not heal.
As Kagome’s hands worked, he tried to remember how he’d fallen for her.
Author: Helena Mariel
Prompt: Spectrum Challenge - Green
Genre: Romance
AU/CU: Canon Universe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Word Count: 200
A/N: Part of a seven story series.
Summary: Sesshoumaru never believed anyone could save him… or that he would need saving in the first place.
With time, Sesshoumaru slowly felt his body strengthen, though he was still far from recovery. It had been especially difficult to keep his pride intact, but his feral instincts were kept at bay. He was in no position to deny help, regardless of whom it came from.
The beast inside him was dying.
He heard her footsteps as she walked towards the room he’d been living in for so long now. Had it been three weeks already? Sesshoumaru couldn’t say for certain.
Her spiritual energy washed over his body, jostling an unexplainable sensation inside of him. She was no threat to him, but rather an ally.
She’d once called him her ‘friend.’
His amber eyes silently roamed over her slender figure, fixating on the strange, green cloth that barely covered her shapely, tanned legs. They were muscles that had been shaped by perilous journeys and her skin was littered with many battle scars which she seemed to proudly display.
Sesshoumaru was pleased to note how the prettily she blushed at his attentions, her hands fidgeting with the medicines she’d use daily on wounds that would not heal.
As Kagome’s hands worked, he tried to remember how he’d fallen for her.