Memories of the Past {c}

[Birdie]

Nothing? It was most deffinately something. But she knew better than to ask. If he wanted to suffer alone... No, she shouldn't think of it that way. Possibly, he wanted to protect her from something he knew could harm her. She shook her head, smiling sweetly. He was rether silly, to think she could not handle so many things. Every day, every night she saw things both pleasent and unpleasent. She did not speak of them. They were not important o their mission. If any one of them were, she would speak of those things... those memories. He would not understand them. She did not mind. And so, she would let him have his secrets, as she had her own.

"Nothing will always be something." She told him with a small laugh. "But sometimes, it is best to keep that something to ones self." This ment she understood, that she would not ask, that she would never ask.

She fingered the top of her kimono for a moment. It was covered in the blood of her enemy. This was not the first time, in her memories, that she had bathed in the blood of others. When Epsilon had been Epsilon she only bathed in blood before bathing in water. She claimed it kept her skin soft, and her aura healthy. It only sickened Brigantia. She let her hand fall, then looked up, into the tree. There was nothing of real interest there. Just the afternoon sun shining down, through the leaves. She smiled once again, breathing deeply.

"Sesshomaru-sama...?" she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her fore-finger. "I was hoping... that aybe... When ever it is convenient for you.... If I could have a different dress...." She flushed darkly. She hated asking for things, expecially clothes.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Sesshomaru didn't say anything more, hearing her speak. Of course it was something, just something that was only bothering him and wasn't very much needed for this time. He would keep this to himself. As she had stated, it was best. Well, in his eyes. He didn't know how it would be helpful telling Brigantia about everything that bothered him.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes for a moment, comfortable in where he was, his head in her lap. Never had he layed like this before. He would have never thought of it comfortable until now. His head was still turned, where most of his face was pushed against her stomach, her scent the only thing he could breathe in and he didn't mind it at all.

The scent of her was pleasing...and so was the scent of Nero's blood. He opened his eyes slowly, hearing her say his name. He didn't move his head, but looked at her from the corner of his eye. Sesshomaru was silent for a long moment, thinking over on what she was asking of him. Well, it was simple enough. Of course she wouldn't want to be walking around with her clothes stained with blood. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen her wear the dress before.

Guessing that it was given to her by Nero, he had to agree. "That is fine." he said, a thoughtful look coming across his face. "Rin will be needing a new one too." yes, he could only guess how dirty the little girl had made her kimono. She had gone through more then he had thought.

[Birdie]

SHe began to giggle. "I'm sorry, M'Lord..." She just couldn't stop giggling. Her giggling turned into a laugh. "The look on your face...." She leaned back slightly, throwing her head back as she laugehd. When she finally stopped, she ran her fingers through her hair. "When it seemed to dawn on you that this dress was given to me by Nero, you looked like you had a sudden urge to mutitalte this poor dress..." She then blushed. "What would I be left with then." She hid her fae in her hands. "What an embaressing thought."

When she felt as if her blush had gone down, she restde her hand against her heart. "You do not have to worry about a dress for Rin... I have made many dresses for her. I wanted to make one for her brithday... but, I just kept making them for her. It has been a very long tie since I had a chance to sew." She giggled again, this one, it was obvious, would not lead to an un-lady like laugh.

She flushed. "I guess, during that time, I forgot about myself. I seem to do that quite often." She hsook her head. "But I did enjoy making them for her. She is like my daughter in a way."

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Sesshomaru turned his head to look up at Brigantia, confusion showing on his face as she giggled and laughed. Her whole body seemed to shake with her laughter, and he could feel it against his cheek when her stomach would move in and out quickly to take in breaths for her laughter. He didn't understand why she was acting. He still didn't get it when she said something about the look on his face.

Of course, it finally dawned on him on why she was laughing. Okay, so it was true...he had thought about destroying the dress. If just for a moment. But he also liked being able to look at the red color that stained the dress and know that it was Nero's blood. He just had to look at it, and be reminded of what torture Nero had been put through to brighten up Sesshomaru's day. Maybe, even if Brigantia wouldn't be wearing it, he could keep the dress. Of course, that would be rather wierd to do so he decided against it.

Sesshomaru stared up at Brigantia. What would she be left with? Such dirty thoughts came to mind. Of course, the thought never crossed his mind until now. He would rather have her walk around in the dress Nero gave her then nothing at all as she thought for a moment. Of course it would be emberassing to her...

Sesshomaru tossed the dirty thoughts away, distracted when Brigantia continued to speak. He was a bit surprised that she had been making Rin dresses. Of course, he didn't know how she got the time to do such things. Maybe the time he thought she had spent in the gardens, she had actually spent time making dresses for Rin. Though he was taken back when Brigantia said something abotu Rin's birthday. Birthday? When was this? Sesshomaru hadn't even known Rin had a birthday. Of course, he knew she had a date in which she was born but it just never occured to him about her birthday. She had never said anything about it before.

Sesshomaru had been barely paying attention to whatever else Brigantia said. He closed his eyes and rested his head against her stomach once again. He heard her last sentence, "That is good." he felt tired. Maybe he was too comfortable.

[Birdie]

She grinned. "You should rest. You have been nothing but a shell for almost a week. It would have such an effect on even my mind." She told him, pressing a finger against her lips to signify his silence. She winked, not trying to be cute. It seemed it was something very natural to the little butterfly. She didn't try, at times she tried not to, only to fail quite miserably. "Nothing will harm us in this palce." She sighed looking up at the sky again.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just letting the sun shine upon her tan face. Tan... that was un-lady like wasn't it? A lady should be pale... But Birgantia had been born with darker skin. It would never go away. Both of ehr parents had been pale. Brigantia figured it was a side effect of being the reincarnate of Epsilon, actually having a bit of Epsilon's personality trapped with in her. It was the only sense she could make.

She was completely opposite of the perfect woman in her appearances. Her skin may be soft, her actions may be kind... But in this era a woman must be light skinned, dark haired, and bright eyes. Brigantia did have bright eyes, bu tthey were unusual and not at all attractive to most lords, who would want a wife with human eyes, rather than her own, completely black orbs. A woman should at least have some weight. Brigantia weighed no more than a feather and was very, very skin. She would have been considered un-attractive during this time period. Perhaps in the future, where we live, she would be the perfect woman. Our ideals seem to have changed so much since then.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Sesshomaru didn't say anything. Though he was a bit angry with her saying that he had been a shell. He just wanted to forget that ever happened. That he had a moment of complete depression that he knew shouldn't have gone to the extremes it had. He didn't even know why it had gone so far. He shouldn't have lost himself like that.

But even so he allowed himself to do as she recomended. Rest. Seemed like a fine idea. Even though he felt that he had wasted enough time in these lands. He didn't want to ever have to walk on these lands again. Never did he want to think back on all that had happened. In other words, he didn't even want to be reminded on what happened.

Sesshomaru kept his eyes closed, allowing himself the rest that he knew he needed. His breathing was calm, his chest rising and falling and his breathing brushing against Brigantia's stomach. He would have seemed asleep, but, of course, Sesshomaru never slept. He was only allowing his muscles the needed rest, not using his aura to scan the area, and not thinking. Yes, thinking took its toll on the demon lord. Including with all these things that had happened.

((I can't just imagine this moment in my head, make a good cute picture))