Inuyasha, "Silver and Black" Izayoi, Sesshoumaru's Mother, ficlet
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Silver and Black
Author: paynesgrey
Rated: G
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru's mother, Izayoi, Sessmom/Izayoi implied
Word Count: 250
Notes: Written for the "Contrast" theme for iyissekiwa. 1st place winner.
Warnings: None.
Summary: For a while now, she's been watching her, waiting to meet her.
For a while now, she’s watched her - the human woman who’s bewitched her mate away. She’s known about her existence for some time, and in the place where anger dwells, curiosity is born.
She can’t turn away.
When their lover dies, she comes down from her throne in the sky and follows her in the shadows. The woman’s frailty intrigues her the most. She can see how one could fall for her. But no. The way she raises her son, protects him and shields him from the angry world... Her vulnerabilities become masks for her maternal strength.
She wants to meet her, and will when the time is right.
The second wife is surprised. She can smell her fear on the breeze, and a smile curves on her lips. She has no intention of hurting her, so when she glides over to her, she sweeps a tendril of the woman’s dark hair into her clawed fingers. So black, such a contrast from her own.
“Who...?” And it dawns on her. The second wife isn’t so ignorant after all.
She lets the hair fall, and she smiles at her, feeling more than a little bewitched herself. “I just had to see you,” she says, and she can feel the woman staring at her markings and gold eyes, falling into the past.
She can’t help it; she becomes drawn to the woman as well, feeling the potential between them - together, and suddenly, she understands the heart of her former mate.
Title: Silver and Black
Author: paynesgrey
Rated: G
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru's mother, Izayoi, Sessmom/Izayoi implied
Word Count: 250
Notes: Written for the "Contrast" theme for iyissekiwa. 1st place winner.
Warnings: None.
Summary: For a while now, she's been watching her, waiting to meet her.
For a while now, she’s watched her - the human woman who’s bewitched her mate away. She’s known about her existence for some time, and in the place where anger dwells, curiosity is born.
She can’t turn away.
When their lover dies, she comes down from her throne in the sky and follows her in the shadows. The woman’s frailty intrigues her the most. She can see how one could fall for her. But no. The way she raises her son, protects him and shields him from the angry world... Her vulnerabilities become masks for her maternal strength.
She wants to meet her, and will when the time is right.
The second wife is surprised. She can smell her fear on the breeze, and a smile curves on her lips. She has no intention of hurting her, so when she glides over to her, she sweeps a tendril of the woman’s dark hair into her clawed fingers. So black, such a contrast from her own.
“Who...?” And it dawns on her. The second wife isn’t so ignorant after all.
She lets the hair fall, and she smiles at her, feeling more than a little bewitched herself. “I just had to see you,” she says, and she can feel the woman staring at her markings and gold eyes, falling into the past.
She can’t help it; she becomes drawn to the woman as well, feeling the potential between them - together, and suddenly, she understands the heart of her former mate.