Inuyasha: Sesshoumaru/Kagome, Romance
Title: Acceptable
Author: astarvingwriter
Theme: Stages of Love: Romance
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Rating: Any Age
Author's Note: I considered two definitions of romance: A mysterious or fascinating quality or appeal & an act of trying to influence or gain favor of another by lavishing attention or gifts upon them. And then I got all repeaty again...
Acceptable
Standard Disclaimer Applies
He is seeing something in her that simply is not there. He is seeing a shade of what could be, perhaps. Of what he wishes were, more likely.
He knows this loud woman, this unremarkable female has nothing of value to him. He knows this, and he still sees that glow, that vision of something more, and he wants, and he loathes wanting.
He wants to loathe her.
He is unable to loathe her.
However, he is becoming more and more accustomed to being unable. He is unable to obtain Tessaiga. He is unable to kill Naraku. He is unable to deny his interest in one pathetic human female.
And he is unable to leave her dead.
When her eyes open, when the shadow of death has been removed from her visage, the only words he can say are silence.
She is gracious, as rightly she should be. He listens not.
It is with great discomfort that he accepts he is unable to deny his want of this girl. His hand extends as an offering, if granting her life was not enough. When she accepts it, uses it to raise herself off the ground, he accepts her.
He knows there is no honor in defeat. He knows there is honor in reevaluating the strategy.
He is unable to loathe her. He will be able to keep her.
Author: astarvingwriter
Theme: Stages of Love: Romance
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Rating: Any Age
Author's Note: I considered two definitions of romance: A mysterious or fascinating quality or appeal & an act of trying to influence or gain favor of another by lavishing attention or gifts upon them. And then I got all repeaty again...
Acceptable
Standard Disclaimer Applies
He is seeing something in her that simply is not there. He is seeing a shade of what could be, perhaps. Of what he wishes were, more likely.
He knows this loud woman, this unremarkable female has nothing of value to him. He knows this, and he still sees that glow, that vision of something more, and he wants, and he loathes wanting.
He wants to loathe her.
He is unable to loathe her.
However, he is becoming more and more accustomed to being unable. He is unable to obtain Tessaiga. He is unable to kill Naraku. He is unable to deny his interest in one pathetic human female.
And he is unable to leave her dead.
When her eyes open, when the shadow of death has been removed from her visage, the only words he can say are silence.
She is gracious, as rightly she should be. He listens not.
It is with great discomfort that he accepts he is unable to deny his want of this girl. His hand extends as an offering, if granting her life was not enough. When she accepts it, uses it to raise herself off the ground, he accepts her.
He knows there is no honor in defeat. He knows there is honor in reevaluating the strategy.
He is unable to loathe her. He will be able to keep her.