Prompt 5: Dread
Title: To Fail
Author: britedark
Universe: Alternate Timeline
Genre: Introspection
Warnings: none
Word Count: 233
Character: Bokuseno
Summary: The ancient magnolia contemplates a problem.
Author's Note: This is a 'sidebar' to the chapter I'm currently working on for the story "Blood Unbound." In this AU story, Inuyasha is currently in his youkai state.
To Fail...
It was a word which should have no meaning to him.
He was ancient and powerful. From the merest whisper of wind, or the drop of rain on a leaf, he could discern news of the world, near and far. Even removed, a piece of himself was still so potent that it could contain the power of a tai-youkai’s fang. A single flower, imbued with his will, could calm the wildest blood. All who knew him respected him, and would travel days to seek his advice.
But, as he considered the bipedal form slumped against his bark, as he rustled his leaves in a binding spell, as he insinuated finer-than-hair rootlets through cloth and skin, the massive magnolia felt an emotion that he had to seek far into the rings of memory to name.
Because, in the sampling of the hanyo’s blood, he tasted the fading of the human heart. His spells could calm the lust, soothe the desire, but they only slowed the shredding of the subsumed awareness. The seal that should have been there was shattered: the physical and psychic link with the sire’s fang was-missing.
Bokuseno named his feeling.
The fate of the hanyo would have no impact on his physical state.
But to fail the trust of an old friend, should he be unable to find a way to restore Inuyasha's sanity …
He dreaded it.
Author: britedark
Universe: Alternate Timeline
Genre: Introspection
Warnings: none
Word Count: 233
Character: Bokuseno
Summary: The ancient magnolia contemplates a problem.
Author's Note: This is a 'sidebar' to the chapter I'm currently working on for the story "Blood Unbound." In this AU story, Inuyasha is currently in his youkai state.
To Fail...
It was a word which should have no meaning to him.
He was ancient and powerful. From the merest whisper of wind, or the drop of rain on a leaf, he could discern news of the world, near and far. Even removed, a piece of himself was still so potent that it could contain the power of a tai-youkai’s fang. A single flower, imbued with his will, could calm the wildest blood. All who knew him respected him, and would travel days to seek his advice.
But, as he considered the bipedal form slumped against his bark, as he rustled his leaves in a binding spell, as he insinuated finer-than-hair rootlets through cloth and skin, the massive magnolia felt an emotion that he had to seek far into the rings of memory to name.
Because, in the sampling of the hanyo’s blood, he tasted the fading of the human heart. His spells could calm the lust, soothe the desire, but they only slowed the shredding of the subsumed awareness. The seal that should have been there was shattered: the physical and psychic link with the sire’s fang was-missing.
Bokuseno named his feeling.
The fate of the hanyo would have no impact on his physical state.
But to fail the trust of an old friend, should he be unable to find a way to restore Inuyasha's sanity …
He dreaded it.