[ FIC ] and all these purposeful nothings
Title: and all these purposeful nothings
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Pre chapter 423 angst.
Summary: She's as light as all the intangibles.
Note: A tiny drabble done for 31_days, to the prompt "bodies without organs". Also first time writing Bleach...ever.
She looks over Karakura Town from her perch, and the buzzing of the streetlamp sends vibrations through her feet. It is a small thing that keeps her anchored to this-to his reality (and because thinking his name hurts, she does not, she has not for a long, long time)and she savors the slow subtle shift and the burn in the back of her legs, fighting to stay still, to stay light and afloat.
It is a small thing, but in Karakura, where no one ever looks up, where no one ever meets her eyes with a widening of their own, disbelief and slow, cocky smile forming all at once, it is the only thing that reminds her that she exists, has existed and left memories here that the living can touch.
If she turns a little, she can see Karakura High School out of the corner of her eye-just her peripheral vision, an accident, really.
It is not as if she ever looks for any purposeful shades of orange.
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Pre chapter 423 angst.
Summary: She's as light as all the intangibles.
Note: A tiny drabble done for 31_days, to the prompt "bodies without organs". Also first time writing Bleach...ever.
She looks over Karakura Town from her perch, and the buzzing of the streetlamp sends vibrations through her feet. It is a small thing that keeps her anchored to this-to his reality (and because thinking his name hurts, she does not, she has not for a long, long time)and she savors the slow subtle shift and the burn in the back of her legs, fighting to stay still, to stay light and afloat.
It is a small thing, but in Karakura, where no one ever looks up, where no one ever meets her eyes with a widening of their own, disbelief and slow, cocky smile forming all at once, it is the only thing that reminds her that she exists, has existed and left memories here that the living can touch.
If she turns a little, she can see Karakura High School out of the corner of her eye-just her peripheral vision, an accident, really.
It is not as if she ever looks for any purposeful shades of orange.