My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,583
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
11-14
Author's Note: I am pleased to continue this fic through the availability of a new LJ comm (iy_bsides) to inspire me with thematic prompts! Yay!
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11. Lost
Where we are going and how we will end remains to be seen in this process of becoming. You misinterpret my desire for autonomy as rejection, as disrespect for your authority. You wanted an Alpha son, my Lord, and you have one. Can you not treasure this, let us both embrace something new in the Western Lands: father and son, ruling together, bonded in ways none can tear asunder? That is truly what I crave. Even as I struggle and resist, I know that to lose your favor, your love, would be to lose more than my life is worth.
12. Shades of Gray
My world as a child was rife with color. I kissed the indigo crescent on my Lady Mother's brow that signifies her potent clan. I traced fingertips along the jagged magenta stripes that mark your majesty, Father. I treasure and reflect the opulence of my heritage. And yet maturation under your strict control has dulled my vision. That which was once so richly hued has become weak and gray. Know that each command you bark to thwart my independence of mind and body robs me also of vision. Loosen your grip, Father, and let me see in color once again.
13. Making Up after Breaking Up
I hear the whispers around court. I ignore them. Lesser creatures making lesser noise. They chatter of a rift within the kingdom, say that Lord Tai and Lord Sesshoumaru have reached an impasse, that son will soon challenge his father and will die. Fools. They do not hear me, padding softly to your chambers when candlelight shines beneath the oaken door. They do not know how I enter and give myself to you. Heart and body. Yours. No conflict can divide us long, Sire. Now or ever. Let them talk of severance, of alienation. We know the more complex truth.
14. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. ~ Sylvia Plath
I do not fall ill often. Being an exceptionally toxic creature has its advantages. After a birth that nearly killed my Lady Mother and an infancy in which my survival was unsure, I grew slowly and steadily into my power. Yet, adolescence is another time of trial, and more than once as my body changes I have sickened, lain unconscious for hours or days. I try not to fear; I know this will pass. Still, there is only one true reassurance: reawakening to find you holding me close. I look up at you—strong and solemn-eyed. "Papa is here, Sesshoumaru."
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11. Lost
Where we are going and how we will end remains to be seen in this process of becoming. You misinterpret my desire for autonomy as rejection, as disrespect for your authority. You wanted an Alpha son, my Lord, and you have one. Can you not treasure this, let us both embrace something new in the Western Lands: father and son, ruling together, bonded in ways none can tear asunder? That is truly what I crave. Even as I struggle and resist, I know that to lose your favor, your love, would be to lose more than my life is worth.
12. Shades of Gray
My world as a child was rife with color. I kissed the indigo crescent on my Lady Mother's brow that signifies her potent clan. I traced fingertips along the jagged magenta stripes that mark your majesty, Father. I treasure and reflect the opulence of my heritage. And yet maturation under your strict control has dulled my vision. That which was once so richly hued has become weak and gray. Know that each command you bark to thwart my independence of mind and body robs me also of vision. Loosen your grip, Father, and let me see in color once again.
13. Making Up after Breaking Up
I hear the whispers around court. I ignore them. Lesser creatures making lesser noise. They chatter of a rift within the kingdom, say that Lord Tai and Lord Sesshoumaru have reached an impasse, that son will soon challenge his father and will die. Fools. They do not hear me, padding softly to your chambers when candlelight shines beneath the oaken door. They do not know how I enter and give myself to you. Heart and body. Yours. No conflict can divide us long, Sire. Now or ever. Let them talk of severance, of alienation. We know the more complex truth.
14. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. ~ Sylvia Plath
I do not fall ill often. Being an exceptionally toxic creature has its advantages. After a birth that nearly killed my Lady Mother and an infancy in which my survival was unsure, I grew slowly and steadily into my power. Yet, adolescence is another time of trial, and more than once as my body changes I have sickened, lain unconscious for hours or days. I try not to fear; I know this will pass. Still, there is only one true reassurance: reawakening to find you holding me close. I look up at you—strong and solemn-eyed. "Papa is here, Sesshoumaru."