Title: Dream a Little Dream...
Pairings: Kagome, Mama and Papa Higurashi
Warnings: Pretty much a 'coulde be' situation, as nothing is really known about Mr. H.
Summary: She’d heard somewhere that music is often a strong emotional link for people to a certain time or experience in their lives, and it was certainly true in her case.
She could still remember his voice.
She’d heard somewhere that music is often a strong emotional link for people to a certain time or experience in their lives, and it was certainly true in her case. It had been years since she’d last seen or touched him, and she could hardly remember the scent of his cologne or the way he’d kiss her goodnight, but she remembered that voice.
Oddly enough, she couldn’t remember how it sounded in general ways. She didn’t remember how he said her name or how he laughed, but she could remember his voice that day, as he’d convinced her mother to leave the kitchen and dance with him. She remembered her mother’s laughter, warm, happy, and giving in despite the lack of music. She’d slipped down the stairs and peeked into the living room, watching the way they’d slowly rocked together, cheek to cheek, arms holding tight to one another, his voice floating in the room as they spun.
That was the last day she saw him. His voice was so soft and soothing that she didn’t make it back to bed, falling asleep on the stairs, never imagining she’d soon be left with nothing but dreams; dreams and the memory of a voice singing her to sleep.
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me