barkonthetree

So there's no way to be sure, then. [The sun blazes outside. Mid-summer heat radiates in from the glass panes, but Inuyasha frowns at the blue skies as if they were swaddled in storm clouds. His jaw is locked tight.] There's nothing to do but wait and see.

[He doesn't know the man that's passed. But if it turned into a question of his life or Shen Qingqui's, he must defend the living. It's an ugly thought, but no different than his dilemma with Sango. If Kohaku can't be saved, he will not let family kill family. He'll take that hideous duty from her if he has to beat her down first.

It would be the same here. He hopes it won't come to such a thing.]

Be wary. He might be more susceptible to obeying whatever force brought him back. His will may not stay his own. If he changes, find me straight away.

[He takes another gulp of tea. Mannerless cretin that he is, he finishes it in one go and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.]

Did he smarten up about his Chroma?

Edited 2019-08-05 20:42 (UTC)

[ Such a personal weight there. He studies Inuyasha, and it's eventually why he asks: ]

Who was it that etched this onto your heart?

[ Not because he expects an answer, because it's too blunt of him really, but this has all been too blunt to him in ways he's still coping with. Because these are so many things that are worries and fears he has, but even if Binghe hadn't died, even if, he isn't stable in the way that Shen Qingqiu might have wished for him to be. For Binghe's sake.

There are harms etched deep on his disciple's heart, and Shen Qingqiu is one of the many who carved their marks here. His lessons were, perhaps, some of the most hurtful. Those heartbreak points from years ago may have been exactly what they sounded like, to a seventeen year old abandoned by the shizun he'd looked up to for years.

It's kinder to be jolted out of those thoughts by the way Inuyasha consumes tea like one drinks shots of alcohol, then wipes his mouth like a toddler. No, that's unfair. He's just wiping his mouth like the concept of doing so with something he wasn't presently wearing didn't even occur to him. Don't do that, Inuaysha Bro! Please! Unless you wash that regularly?!

And he's asking a question that: ]

I don't know, but I won't allow the same mistake in judgment to affect him twice if I can help it.

[ Yet he's just as aware that if is the keyword there. He's not going to turn around and leash Luo Binghe, even if he thought an idea like that wasn't spectacularly stupid. But he doesn't know that he can trust Luo Binghe not to try and find his end again, and he still does not know why he did it in the first place. ]

[His frown only deepens.]

Tch! Who said anything about me? I've just seen these things happen. It's not uncommon when there's asshole youkai about.

[Especially when they're imbued with the power of the sacred jewel. That's a story he has no interest in relaying now. Though this friend of Shen Qingqui's friend has been through something quite similar the parallels don't line up that neatly. The jewel and all its fragments are back home, and hold no bearing on his life here.

Whatever effect his manners have on the older man, he doesn't care. The sleeve remains unattended. It will dry in the sun, and the same magic that keeps the robes healing itself will swallow all traces of the tea soon enough.]

Do that. [He puts a hand to his knee and begins to rise.] If he doesn't listen to you I'll beat sense into him.

[A serious offer, tragically. Were you expecting reasonable solutions?

Inuyasha's returning to the window, examining the sky for a quick moment. It might rain later, from the looks of things. Damn.]

What's his name? I'll keep watch for him.

[ He's not sure beating anything into Luo Binghe has improved... anything, but he appreciates what Inuyasha means, if not his choice in execution.

Just as he has no way to have a greater understanding of the experiences that lead Inuyasha to issue the warnings he's issued, but he still believes it's personal: something Inuyasha has seen, had to deal with, to feel this strongly about it.

Regardless, as he approaches the window, Shen Qingqiu answers the question. ]

Luo Binghe. [ No bothering with titles, when he's not even sure which ones would be most appropriate. ] It would have been his blood you scented in here, if you scented anything remaining. And... thank you, Inuyasha. For the kindness of that offer.

[ Keeping watch for him. Not so much for beating Binghe up for being an idiot about moonlacing, though yes, he's somewhat tempted by that too, if only he thought that would change anything. ]

[Funny, usually people did what he said after he kicked them in the pants. We'll just have to see about this "Luo Binghe"...

Inuyasha nods.]

Got it. [The scent was faint and overshadowed by the stench of his brother, but not to be overlooked. Blood was the most powerful scent to track. If he needed to, he's confident he could find this man at once.]

Don't thank me. It's what's gotta get done.

[And he hasn't even done anything worth thanking for. Words were just words until actions followed suit. He puts a foot to the sill and leaps free. Sesshomaru flies, but Inuyasha bounds between buildings with ease.]

[ ~~So basically, they're like the earliest version of Superman vs later iterations of Superman....................... very clever, Rumiko Takahashi~~

He closes the window after watching Inuyasha's departure, wondering just where these two brothers will end up... and also what possible meetings Luo Binghe might have with either one of them. It's hard to say, and without talking with him where both of them consent to hear what the other says... difficult to even say what he'll think.

Still, it is what it is, and he'll be here for whatever fallout comes from either situation in the future. ]

Inbox

I'll be weeping blood probably...also on mobile so a short one 4 u

alsjfd hands you a handkerchief for this future.... and you are strong on mobile!!!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject