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runiclorePainted Like a Butterfly
Author: Amber Michelle
Genre: gen
Word count: 500
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
AU/Canon: canon
Concrit: sure, why not.
Theme: #86 - color
Notes: continued from "A Different Arrangement." Might as well.
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Taking Rin into her custody introduced a whole new world of responsibility to Kagome's life, and none of it involved the girl. She was well-behaved, which Kagome knew already; they maintained the chores Kaede chose for her and added a few tasks related to keeping their home clean: sweeping the floor, scraping ash from the fire pit. Rin helped carry the rocks they piled atop boxes of pickles and miso so they would ferment properly, and didn't mind scaling or gutting fish. She swam as well as any water youkai.
It was when Sesshomaru visited that Kagome felt the pressure of her new role. His first gift - he called it a necessity - was a set of robes, white silk kimono and red silk hakama so vividly dyed it had to be worth a fortune, because your skill with a needle is abysmal, priestess. I will not allow Rin to lower her expectations regarding her appearance.
He had a lot of nerve saying something like that - even if it was true. Kagome was never a paragon of traditional Japanese courtesies, but she knew what was acceptable to say to one's host. She wanted to tell him to get out - though she figured that wouldn't make it happen - but Rin leaped ahead of her and started asking questions about Ah-Un.
Kagome didn't hear his answers, but watched the light from the doorway gleam on his silver hair and the spikes on his shoulder guard. Their walls were dark wood and caulked between the slats to prevent drafts. There was one window in the back of their main room, and cupboards beneath it, where Inu Yasha's futon was stored with their pots and utensils. She shared the other room with Rin, and it too had only one window. Herbs hung from the ceiling in shadow, imparting their scents: rosemary, sage, coriander. Sesshomaru's colorless silks pooled on the floor like moonlight. Red cherry blossoms on his sleeves echoed the crimson of her new hakama and the embroidery on her haori. Rin was her reflection, seated to her left.
She'd never owned anything this beautiful. The colors were so much darker than in the modern era, purer - like flowers. The townsmen said the women of the village were like a garden; Kagome poured sencha into a white ceramic cup, breathed its grassy aroma, and offered it to their guest, wondering what metaphor would Sesshomaru use to describe them.
He left without saying good-bye. Rin tried on her new clothes and said they were such a pretty red - just like camellias. Kagome poured the rest of the tea and told Rin they would have to save the clothes for Sesshomaru's visits. They were too nice to ruin with work.
She was no flower. Let him try to exert his will; she wasn't like the others, and Rin wouldn't be either.
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Author: Amber Michelle
Genre: gen
Word count: 500
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
AU/Canon: canon
Concrit: sure, why not.
Theme: #86 - color
Notes: continued from "A Different Arrangement." Might as well.
.........................................................................
Taking Rin into her custody introduced a whole new world of responsibility to Kagome's life, and none of it involved the girl. She was well-behaved, which Kagome knew already; they maintained the chores Kaede chose for her and added a few tasks related to keeping their home clean: sweeping the floor, scraping ash from the fire pit. Rin helped carry the rocks they piled atop boxes of pickles and miso so they would ferment properly, and didn't mind scaling or gutting fish. She swam as well as any water youkai.
It was when Sesshomaru visited that Kagome felt the pressure of her new role. His first gift - he called it a necessity - was a set of robes, white silk kimono and red silk hakama so vividly dyed it had to be worth a fortune, because your skill with a needle is abysmal, priestess. I will not allow Rin to lower her expectations regarding her appearance.
He had a lot of nerve saying something like that - even if it was true. Kagome was never a paragon of traditional Japanese courtesies, but she knew what was acceptable to say to one's host. She wanted to tell him to get out - though she figured that wouldn't make it happen - but Rin leaped ahead of her and started asking questions about Ah-Un.
Kagome didn't hear his answers, but watched the light from the doorway gleam on his silver hair and the spikes on his shoulder guard. Their walls were dark wood and caulked between the slats to prevent drafts. There was one window in the back of their main room, and cupboards beneath it, where Inu Yasha's futon was stored with their pots and utensils. She shared the other room with Rin, and it too had only one window. Herbs hung from the ceiling in shadow, imparting their scents: rosemary, sage, coriander. Sesshomaru's colorless silks pooled on the floor like moonlight. Red cherry blossoms on his sleeves echoed the crimson of her new hakama and the embroidery on her haori. Rin was her reflection, seated to her left.
She'd never owned anything this beautiful. The colors were so much darker than in the modern era, purer - like flowers. The townsmen said the women of the village were like a garden; Kagome poured sencha into a white ceramic cup, breathed its grassy aroma, and offered it to their guest, wondering what metaphor would Sesshomaru use to describe them.
He left without saying good-bye. Rin tried on her new clothes and said they were such a pretty red - just like camellias. Kagome poured the rest of the tea and told Rin they would have to save the clothes for Sesshomaru's visits. They were too nice to ruin with work.
She was no flower. Let him try to exert his will; she wasn't like the others, and Rin wouldn't be either.
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