{Text | Crescent Moon}

[prince_of_the_moon]

Type: Text
Sender ID: crescentmoon (Sesshomaru)
To: General Public
Subject: Home-sickness. Loneliness. Just a tough demon being tough.
Warnings: TBD.

I want my family to respond. How many of us remain?

I also wish to know of other demons and half-demons. You are not in danger; I only wish to know of your skills. Since our abilities are dimmed, it would be easiest if we worked together.

I will not rely on the tattoos.

Comments

[halfdog]

If I could understand what even happened! That didn't make any damn sense!

[ aka he heard the word "forsooth" and blacked out ]

You wanna bet?

[desirestruth]

Bet what? Do you even have any money?

[She snorts.]

Look, she tried to end the world. She needed my heart to do it. I didn't agree with either part, so now she's dead permanently this time.

[halfdog]

[ He tenses, face immediately giving away his brokeass

but then it softens slightly as he considers her words. ]

Sounds like you did the right thing.

[desirestruth]

I have to hope so. It's not like I'll ever know now, if there were any other options.

[She shrugs a little, but looks away from the camera.] I never knew her well to begin with. And I don't regret the results. So that's all there is to it.

[halfdog]

You did what had to be done, even if it was your own blood. I'd do the same if someone was tryin' to "end the world" with my life.

[ He sighs, feeling a little more vulnerable now. ] Me 'n Sesshomaru always use to butt heads... mostly 'cause of these swords our father passed down to us. They were enough to kill each other over.

[desirestruth]

Swords?

[She is trying to keep the judgement off her face. But why the fuck did your dad give you SWORDS?]

[halfdog]

Yeah?

[ And he's trying to keep the judgement off of HIS face why you'd think that would be weird ]