Rin/Kohaku Set#2 Theme 62- Wish
Title: Worth A Wish
Theme: Set #2 Theme 62- Wish
Genres: General, WAFF
Pairings: Hints of Kohaku x Rin
Word Count: 280
Rating: G
Summary: Perhaps there are still things worth wishing for.
Rin hummed a tune, one whose origins she has forgotten (except for the bare trace of soft, sweet darkness of Home and warm, enveloping arms of a mother), her small, calloused hands gently scraping the cool, star kissed rock.
Jaken stood off to the side prickishly, trying his best to look bored as he pointedly looked away from the girl he had been charged to look after.
Absently, she wound another flower, this one fresh and young, around a much older and worn, but no less beautiful flower, moving her hands swiftly and with practiced ease. Her eyes weren’t watching her flower chain (which was really something she did out of habit more than anything), but tracking stars.
Idly, she tries naming the stars, but soon gives up.
She doesn’t know enough names.
And she very much doubts Sesshomaru-sama would appreciate his name being used across the sky, especially since he is much brighter and more unreachable than any star.
"Stars are those we love who have gone up to watch over us," a dusty, warm voice like an old, but loved blanket covers her ears and Rin smiles.
When she was smaller, she remembers (what came before Death) wishing on stars, praying that those words were true.
She stopped wishing after she got Sesshomaru-sama.
But tonight, she remembers something that came after Death, after Sesshomaru-sama. She remembers uncertain brown eyes and a boy who didn’t remember anything (which was impossible to her, since Rin believed that someone had to remember something, or they weren’t alive).
She doesn’t know why she remembers, but hopes that he remembers her.
That, she believes, might just be worth wishing on a star again.
Theme: Set #2 Theme 62- Wish
Genres: General, WAFF
Pairings: Hints of Kohaku x Rin
Word Count: 280
Rating: G
Summary: Perhaps there are still things worth wishing for.
Rin hummed a tune, one whose origins she has forgotten (except for the bare trace of soft, sweet darkness of Home and warm, enveloping arms of a mother), her small, calloused hands gently scraping the cool, star kissed rock.
Jaken stood off to the side prickishly, trying his best to look bored as he pointedly looked away from the girl he had been charged to look after.
Absently, she wound another flower, this one fresh and young, around a much older and worn, but no less beautiful flower, moving her hands swiftly and with practiced ease. Her eyes weren’t watching her flower chain (which was really something she did out of habit more than anything), but tracking stars.
Idly, she tries naming the stars, but soon gives up.
She doesn’t know enough names.
And she very much doubts Sesshomaru-sama would appreciate his name being used across the sky, especially since he is much brighter and more unreachable than any star.
"Stars are those we love who have gone up to watch over us," a dusty, warm voice like an old, but loved blanket covers her ears and Rin smiles.
When she was smaller, she remembers (what came before Death) wishing on stars, praying that those words were true.
She stopped wishing after she got Sesshomaru-sama.
But tonight, she remembers something that came after Death, after Sesshomaru-sama. She remembers uncertain brown eyes and a boy who didn’t remember anything (which was impossible to her, since Rin believed that someone had to remember something, or they weren’t alive).
She doesn’t know why she remembers, but hopes that he remembers her.
That, she believes, might just be worth wishing on a star again.