#24. Caught in the Moment
Title: Nothing Else
Series: Bleach
Spoilers: Most of the Soul Society arc so... like from books 12 to 20.
Characters: Hinamori Momo, Aizen Sousuke, and mentions of Hitsugaya Toushirou. (Don't be confused, last names first!)
Pairing(s): One sided love-thang only kids. Unrequited love is my cup of tea.
Author's Note: Another example of my love of repetition getting the best of me in my prose. I also admit guilt to indulging in a bit of word play. That being said I'm not sure how happy I am with the piece. Or maybe I'm becoming too preoccupied with word choices... And yes, I do realize I stretched the prompt, like taffy, long and far. Shh.
Prompt: #24. Caught in the Moment. 2 down, 23 (or 48?!) more to go before December 31st...)
Nothing brought her greater happiness than to be able to follow in his wake. Sometimes, when the seasons gave way from rain to sun to snow she would marvel at the impressions left by his feet in the powdery white and at how small her footsteps were by comparison. Always he kept his gait slow enough for her much shorter stride to keep up with but there was still a grace and ease of movement that belied his gentle, quiet confidence. (This made her swell with pride to think on it).
Nothing brought her greater happiness than to stand at his side, eyes riveted to his face as he spoke kind words to newcomers trembling in the face of one the thirteen. Sometimes, when his face was inclined away from hers she would let her eyes follow the length of the black leg of his glasses, visible until it disappeared behind a wavy lock of hair and the curve of his ear. Often but not always she would begrudge it, only slightly, wishing she were taller and could afford a better view. (This made her long for secret glimpses of his eyes without the glasses though the thought alone, in her mind, was taboo.)
Nothing dashed her happiness so completely than to stand below him as he, pinned so high up upon the wall, stared dully down, jaw slackened in death. Sometimes, much later when she was alone in her cell, she remembered the way his blood twined down the white, white walls, and the way it blossomed upon his haori like the fireworks they all witnessed for her childhood friend's birthday surprise. Seldom and not often does she replay her misgivings in her mind’s eyes, the would've, could've, should've because they are driving her mad to think of what might've been had she only been more vigilant. (This made her wince in anger with herself and in tears to know she has been betrayed by her childhood friend; she knows there is no one left to trust save the words he left behind, words for her eyes alone.)
And nothing brought her greater happiness than to see him standing before her, alive, and somehow she finds she doesn't care about the specifics despite the question marks in her mind.
He smiles and he is alive and nothing else matters.
In that moment her feelings, her happiness well up inside and she knows nothing else could match this moment...
...Nothing else until she sees more than feels the steel slicing her feelings in two and she looks up and can't help but think just how sharp his glasses look in the light.
Series: Bleach
Spoilers: Most of the Soul Society arc so... like from books 12 to 20.
Characters: Hinamori Momo, Aizen Sousuke, and mentions of Hitsugaya Toushirou. (Don't be confused, last names first!)
Pairing(s): One sided love-thang only kids. Unrequited love is my cup of tea.
Author's Note: Another example of my love of repetition getting the best of me in my prose. I also admit guilt to indulging in a bit of word play. That being said I'm not sure how happy I am with the piece. Or maybe I'm becoming too preoccupied with word choices... And yes, I do realize I stretched the prompt, like taffy, long and far. Shh.
Prompt: #24. Caught in the Moment. 2 down, 23 (or 48?!) more to go before December 31st...)
Nothing brought her greater happiness than to be able to follow in his wake. Sometimes, when the seasons gave way from rain to sun to snow she would marvel at the impressions left by his feet in the powdery white and at how small her footsteps were by comparison. Always he kept his gait slow enough for her much shorter stride to keep up with but there was still a grace and ease of movement that belied his gentle, quiet confidence. (This made her swell with pride to think on it).
Nothing brought her greater happiness than to stand at his side, eyes riveted to his face as he spoke kind words to newcomers trembling in the face of one the thirteen. Sometimes, when his face was inclined away from hers she would let her eyes follow the length of the black leg of his glasses, visible until it disappeared behind a wavy lock of hair and the curve of his ear. Often but not always she would begrudge it, only slightly, wishing she were taller and could afford a better view. (This made her long for secret glimpses of his eyes without the glasses though the thought alone, in her mind, was taboo.)
Nothing dashed her happiness so completely than to stand below him as he, pinned so high up upon the wall, stared dully down, jaw slackened in death. Sometimes, much later when she was alone in her cell, she remembered the way his blood twined down the white, white walls, and the way it blossomed upon his haori like the fireworks they all witnessed for her childhood friend's birthday surprise. Seldom and not often does she replay her misgivings in her mind’s eyes, the would've, could've, should've because they are driving her mad to think of what might've been had she only been more vigilant. (This made her wince in anger with herself and in tears to know she has been betrayed by her childhood friend; she knows there is no one left to trust save the words he left behind, words for her eyes alone.)
And nothing brought her greater happiness than to see him standing before her, alive, and somehow she finds she doesn't care about the specifics despite the question marks in her mind.
He smiles and he is alive and nothing else matters.
In that moment her feelings, her happiness well up inside and she knows nothing else could match this moment...
...Nothing else until she sees more than feels the steel slicing her feelings in two and she looks up and can't help but think just how sharp his glasses look in the light.