Wet Candle
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Under the orange hued sky the Western Lady barked out last minute orders. Everyone at the manor was bustling…all except for one.
Dark wood hair floated softly in the autumn wind’s breeze. Despite his cool demeanor a small grimace marked his face. From his perch on the rooftop’s edge he witnessed his mother’s shenanigans flower. Almond eyes found her demonstrating how to properly paint a white rose bush red.
A groan escaped him. Ridiculous. He watched the chaos a little bit longer. When she finally looked his way he knew right then it was time to leave.
“Darling,” she called out to him. “You're about as useful as a wet candle. Preparations could go a lot faster if you took the time to help us out.”
“Sorry,” he retorted. “If you were right, I’d agree with you.” Before she could protest he took off without another word.
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Black boots hit the earth. He came face-to-face with the guest house. It sat off to the side just a mile north of the main estate. Sesshomaru quickly sauntered inside.
“What’d yah want,” a gruff voice greeted him. The man it came from continued writing.
“I just need a place.” Sesshomaru plopped down in a plush seat. The echoed silence eased his mind and allowed him to play out the day’s various scenarios. It had been years since he last let himself mingle; even longer with total strangers. And the prospect of being a father to someone full grown had put him on edge.
“The weather forecast for tonight…dark.”
“You don’t say,” Sesshomaru hummed.
“I do,” Inuyasha replied. Soft brown eyes studied his brother. He sat his book down, took off his reading glasses and faced him. “My heart rings in response to your sorrow. Tell me of the pain that bleeds unshed tears.”
Sesshomaru glanced at the male. Inuyasha’s hair was cropped short, dyed ebony, spiked, and covered part of his face. Mascara coated his eyes. The clothes he wore were dull grey. “This phase of yours is for how long again?”
“Until smiles become more than just the empty love we give.”
Their mutual silence resumed leaving Sesshomaru at the mercy of his thoughts.
A thick eyebrow twitched. Inuyasha crossed over to him and folded his arms. “Oi, oi! Being depressed and shit is my thing.”
“I hate you. Please die.”
“Keh. Not bad, but it could still use a little work. On the bright side life can’t get any shittier.”
Sesshomaru got up from his seat. His phone suddenly vibrated as Retrospection of Forethought played. “They’re here!” his mother roared. He glared at the device.
Inuyasha solemnly nodded. “Yah know? Tears are just words that the hand can’t express-OW!”
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Prompt: Candle
Words: 454
A/N: Not sure if I can get away with an emo Inu, but I'm certainly going to try anyway :3 Anywho, thanks for reading!