Fic: Bleach: What Say You to a Ball, Miss Ise?
Title: What Say You to a Ball, Miss Ise?
Characters/pairings: Ukitake/Nanao, ShunsuiRangiku, various other characters.
Regency AU
Warnings: None that I can think of (except for Ukitake hotness)
What Say You To a Ball, Miss Ise?
Nanao hated balls.
They were not ever enjoyable for her, nor were they entertaining. She would stand there all night in a ridiculous dress, watching Rangiku dance with every available male in the room, her coquette’s eyes and generous bosom commanding the attention of the world while Nanao tried not to care that no one would want to dance with the quiet dark-haired glasses-wearing bookworm in the corner anyway (except for Shunsui Kyouraku, of course, who danced with her and flattered her and tried to kiss her if he’d imbibed a little too much port, but he was familiar enough to be her brother or her uncle and thus not even considerable as a potential life partner-- and that was if Nanao would even consider saddling herself with the man in the first place).
And here she was at yet another ball, content to sit and watch once more.
Only then he walked in, and her eyes were drawn unexpectedly toward him in a way that she was not used to.
He was beautiful, she thought, and very gentlemanly looking. His hair was oddly pale, not even blonde but pure white driven snow, and tied up in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His cheekbones were high, his deep hazel eyes pure and sparkling under dark brows. He looked a little pale and thin, almost unhealthy, but not unpleasantly so; his smile was warm and inviting enough to make the female heart skip a beat.
Shunsui looked over at her, and she knew she was doomed.
“Juu, come over here and meet the paragon of loveliness known as Nanao Ise.” Shunsui tugged the man in green over to her, and Nanao cast him a dagger glance that he responded to with a wink. “Miss Ise, this Juushiro Ukitake. He’s been away for some weeks for his health, thus we have not been permitted to introduce you.”
Nanao stood up and curtsied respectfully. She was going to kill Shunsui for this later. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Ukitake.”
“And you, Miss Ise.” He took her fingers in his, causing an irrational thrill to surge up her arm. God, this was ridiculous. She didn’t believe in the romantic prattle Rangiku and Shunsui spouted at a moments notice about love at first sight, and yet here she was, falling head over heels for someone she’d never even met.\
Only then he released her hand, and his eyes met hers, and she was immediately and momentarily dazzled.
“Do you dance, Miss Ise?”
Characters/pairings: Ukitake/Nanao, ShunsuiRangiku, various other characters.
Regency AU
Warnings: None that I can think of (except for Ukitake hotness)
What Say You To a Ball, Miss Ise?
Nanao hated balls.
They were not ever enjoyable for her, nor were they entertaining. She would stand there all night in a ridiculous dress, watching Rangiku dance with every available male in the room, her coquette’s eyes and generous bosom commanding the attention of the world while Nanao tried not to care that no one would want to dance with the quiet dark-haired glasses-wearing bookworm in the corner anyway (except for Shunsui Kyouraku, of course, who danced with her and flattered her and tried to kiss her if he’d imbibed a little too much port, but he was familiar enough to be her brother or her uncle and thus not even considerable as a potential life partner-- and that was if Nanao would even consider saddling herself with the man in the first place).
And here she was at yet another ball, content to sit and watch once more.
Only then he walked in, and her eyes were drawn unexpectedly toward him in a way that she was not used to.
He was beautiful, she thought, and very gentlemanly looking. His hair was oddly pale, not even blonde but pure white driven snow, and tied up in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His cheekbones were high, his deep hazel eyes pure and sparkling under dark brows. He looked a little pale and thin, almost unhealthy, but not unpleasantly so; his smile was warm and inviting enough to make the female heart skip a beat.
Shunsui looked over at her, and she knew she was doomed.
“Juu, come over here and meet the paragon of loveliness known as Nanao Ise.” Shunsui tugged the man in green over to her, and Nanao cast him a dagger glance that he responded to with a wink. “Miss Ise, this Juushiro Ukitake. He’s been away for some weeks for his health, thus we have not been permitted to introduce you.”
Nanao stood up and curtsied respectfully. She was going to kill Shunsui for this later. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Ukitake.”
“And you, Miss Ise.” He took her fingers in his, causing an irrational thrill to surge up her arm. God, this was ridiculous. She didn’t believe in the romantic prattle Rangiku and Shunsui spouted at a moments notice about love at first sight, and yet here she was, falling head over heels for someone she’d never even met.\
Only then he released her hand, and his eyes met hers, and she was immediately and momentarily dazzled.
“Do you dance, Miss Ise?”