Let It Be A Dream.
Inuyasha, Sango/Kohaku!Naraku & i will pretend that you are him
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"Does this form please you?" he asks like he has the right, the words dangling in the air as he moves, spindle fingers tracing and exploring and marking the second-skin of her. When he sees her shiver (out of disgust or pleasure, he is never sure), he grins, ". . . Sister?"
And her world comes undone (all over again, because she's always been a thousand broken pieces since that day) as she feels his nails digging in and hooking into her; letting her believe that he is him and that he is here, beside, around, inside her; she hates him and glares at him when her body is too numb to move--what happened?
He'd be dead by now if she were a real taijiya.
"Stop."
She slips through the curses spilling past (and she thinks of him) and she can't say now; her hands find their vice and she scratches, mocks what he is--so desperate--and she traces and connects each freckle that she knows so well and shivers as his eyes aren't the same.
This isn't real and she . . . her world is breaking into fragments all over again (and she tried so hard to rebuild it).
But she refuses to cry because it isn't him.
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and i will pretend you are him
because it is a beautiful dream