#magically go away dsfkljaj sora still feels all these things too hes just gotten way

[yasashihanyou]

“I’m so lucky we met.”

“feh. where the hell’s this comin’ from?” he’s side-eyeing her. squinting as though he doesn’t believe her when she says it. & some part of inuyasha doesn’t: but he’s been alone for decades now. learned to distrust humans and demons alike. why should it matter what some stuffy, up-turned priestess thought of him??

lucky? how was anything either of them had gone through ‘lucky’? in any way, shape or form? inuyasha didn’t believe in luck: luck had done fuck all for him. where was luck when his father had been attacked the night he’d been born? where was luck when his mother had been attacked that day in the field? where was luck when his half-brother had abandoned inuyasha to fend on his own?

these bitter thoughts gathered and weighed on him so heavily, that any attempt from kikyou to praise him and make him feel better with her words had failed spectacularly. maybe he was just too jaded to truly appreciate what it was she meant. too young to grasp. too blinded by anger and self-loathing and self-pity to really hear her.

in fact, inuyasha sneered at her next, eyebrows furrowing and lips turning downward into a snarled frown. he reached out and grabbed at her wrist, harshly and fiercely. his pupils were dilated in that growing anger. unblinking as he stared across at the priestess,

“lucky?” his grip threatened to tighten, his fingers shook. if he wasn’t careful he’d break a bone. realising this, inuyasha hurriedly released his hold on her and turned away. a scoff left him as he pivoted so his back was towards her, hands resting in the sleeves of his fire rat robe, “whatever.” he didn’t want to bother wasting his words with her.

he doubted she’d ever understand him anyway.