Look me in the eye so I know you know
Who: Izumi and Rhyme
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Starting out at the dorms, but will move onto Nausicaa
What: Izumi, relieved that the joy of Christmas is finally done with for the year, takes Rhyme out to lunch at her request.
Rating: G.
Christmas was supposed to be the time of the year when there was so much warmth and love. Families, loved ones would gather and do whatever it took to make each other happy.
That was how it was meant to be, but no dream lasts forever. Izumi's ended a long time ago.
For the past week or two, images of the past flooded through the Shinigami's head. And for the past week or two, Izumi had been in excruciating pain. In terms a human would understand, it would be similar to a sustaining migraine, only getting worse as old memories broke through. Normally, a Shinigami would only be susceptible like this as it neared the day they died. No, Izumi already knew how he died. He knew since the beginning. What caused his memories to affect him this time of the year was the fact that most of those memories centered around that woman.
The woman that froze the blonde's "heart."
But that was over with for now. A little piece of normalcy was more than welcomed. Strolling down the hallway of the girl's dorm, the blonde easily carried the small wrapped box in his arm. Honestly, it was much faster and easier to fly and just phase through Rhyme's wall again. But Izumi wasn't in the mood for startling the girl. She was one of the few people Izumi was actually gentle with. Wonder why that was.
A gentle knock sounded as the blonde tapped his knuckle against the wooden door.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Starting out at the dorms, but will move onto Nausicaa
What: Izumi, relieved that the joy of Christmas is finally done with for the year, takes Rhyme out to lunch at her request.
Rating: G.
Christmas was supposed to be the time of the year when there was so much warmth and love. Families, loved ones would gather and do whatever it took to make each other happy.
That was how it was meant to be, but no dream lasts forever. Izumi's ended a long time ago.
For the past week or two, images of the past flooded through the Shinigami's head. And for the past week or two, Izumi had been in excruciating pain. In terms a human would understand, it would be similar to a sustaining migraine, only getting worse as old memories broke through. Normally, a Shinigami would only be susceptible like this as it neared the day they died. No, Izumi already knew how he died. He knew since the beginning. What caused his memories to affect him this time of the year was the fact that most of those memories centered around that woman.
The woman that froze the blonde's "heart."
But that was over with for now. A little piece of normalcy was more than welcomed. Strolling down the hallway of the girl's dorm, the blonde easily carried the small wrapped box in his arm. Honestly, it was much faster and easier to fly and just phase through Rhyme's wall again. But Izumi wasn't in the mood for startling the girl. She was one of the few people Izumi was actually gentle with. Wonder why that was.
A gentle knock sounded as the blonde tapped his knuckle against the wooden door.