My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,597
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
5. 23-24
A/N: Thanks to Iyhedonism for the prompts.
23. Whimper
I sit at the enormous oak desk, drafting diplomatic missives that will never be sent, in elegant script borne of stringent lessons and ample threats of punishment. Everything is still for practice; nothing truly matters. And yet it does. Everything matters. You steal silently forth to peer over my shoulder, to observe my progress. I sensed you before you even entered the room, of course. "Your signature need not be so large," you say softly, drawing claws up my back and breathing softly into my ear. I stifle a whimper and force the brush to remain steady in my hand.
24. Wander
I no longer follow you when you leave the castle, smelling in need of the hunt, my Lord Father. You have desires neither my Lady Mother nor I can fulfill. Images are already burned into my memory from past foolhardiness, where I spied and glimpsed more than a child's eyes—no matter how precocious or highborn—need have seen. I do not deny your right to an appetite befitting your status, to hungers suited to your might. As my revered mother says, you always return. Yet, I remain unconvinced that your love for us will return in tact with you.
23. Whimper
I sit at the enormous oak desk, drafting diplomatic missives that will never be sent, in elegant script borne of stringent lessons and ample threats of punishment. Everything is still for practice; nothing truly matters. And yet it does. Everything matters. You steal silently forth to peer over my shoulder, to observe my progress. I sensed you before you even entered the room, of course. "Your signature need not be so large," you say softly, drawing claws up my back and breathing softly into my ear. I stifle a whimper and force the brush to remain steady in my hand.
24. Wander
I no longer follow you when you leave the castle, smelling in need of the hunt, my Lord Father. You have desires neither my Lady Mother nor I can fulfill. Images are already burned into my memory from past foolhardiness, where I spied and glimpsed more than a child's eyes—no matter how precocious or highborn—need have seen. I do not deny your right to an appetite befitting your status, to hungers suited to your might. As my revered mother says, you always return. Yet, I remain unconvinced that your love for us will return in tact with you.