ㅤ 𝘁he evening breeze allowed the priestess to feel a moment of serenity as it gently swept against her icy porcelain skin. traveling quietly, kikyou quickly paused once chocolate pools fixed themselves onto the silhouette before her. ❛ leave. you have no business here. ❜

ㅤ ㅤ  ੈ ۪۪⸙͎۪۫ her soul can 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 truly rest ㅤ ㅤ because ᴇᴠᴇɴ the night ㅤ ㅤ was 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 from her..ೃ࿔

ㅤ ❛ it is unbearable, isn't it? in knowing you'll 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 be that 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 bandit onigumo. ❜

ㅤ ❛ though you, naraku, desire that of which you cannot fully have—— for such weakness does not bode well with you if the reality of living is what you seek. ❜

ㅤ ❛ you call that being alive? you are nothing more than a vile host within a once immobilized body who continues to harbor feelings for me. —— a decaying vessel of a corpse, just like me. ❜

ㅤ ㅤ  ੈ ۪۪⸙͎۪۫ out of the smoldering 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 ㅤ ㅤ flame, she, the priestess ㅤ ㅤ was ｂｏｒｎ anew..ೃ࿔