[requests][responses part une] -flaaaail-
Dear f-list:
YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME.
Thanks for your words of support, wai. It's been a /very/ long week, and *flail* is now my new pet expression.
...Now onto beginning to tackle your insane requests! I apologise for not going in order-- just as inspiration nibbles. They're all Bleach bits, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Feel free to request if you haven't. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Hisagi/Momo; glass for penguin_sensei. May you be steadfast through these dark days, and remember that we're all there for you. ♥
"It's no matter, Hisagi-senpai," said she, bending over to pick up one of the larger shards on the ground. "Anyone can have an accident, and I shouldn't have left the cup so close to the edge of the table."
He couldn't repeat his apology, though he'd intended to, because suddenly his line of sight was filled with red, fixed upon the cut on her finger-- "iyaaa, I should have been more careful!" she exclaimed, putting the finger in her mouth-- and all he could think was that she was just as fragile and he didn't want to see her bleed any more.
He recalled this much later while staring death in the eye again- blood streaming down his face.
Chad/Karin; boredom for sahara_storm. Because you know those two are going to grow up and be the badasses of law enforcement.
"You know--" dodge- "I'm beginning--" kick, duck under stray fist, aim for knee- "to think that may-- urk!--" knock out the bastard that got her in the neck- "...right. That maybe today's watch didn't turn out to be too dull," amended the woman as she dusted off the hem of her trenchcoat and gingerly poked at the bruise on her throat.
"...Mm," replied the man, lumping the unconscious figures into a pile politely for the cleanup crew to sweep up.
"Right, then! Ne-ext."
Urahara/Yoruichi; side by side for shadows_of_fire (you sly double-requester, you! I failed at this, truly.)
Kisuke sincerely liked cats. True, there might have been a measure of bias lurking in the recesses of that opinion, but he did like cats. They could be temperamental, they had odd quirks, they had a tendency to tear surreptitious holes in the tatami (and here he decided to give up on the 'they' and give in to the 'she'), and none of that mattered because when he felt the cat curl up at his side while he was lying, very much wide awake, in his futon during starless nights--
Besides, tatami repair was a minor thing.
Aizen and Gin; slow for radiodreams (I liiike.)
Gin stretches languorously, a habit he might've picked up from his golden-haired friend, and smiles. It's not as if he hadn't been smiling before, but he smiles now.
"That lot ain't back yet." It isn't so much a question as a confirmation.
"Mm." Sousuke doesn't even bother with the full response because he knows his right-hand well enough.
"Times like that I almost feel like going down there m'self," says, whether to enjoy the sound of his own voice or to fill the silence or to muse aloud- no one knows or dares to bother asking- "it'd get things done faster, eh?"
"Let them deal with it. We'll go visit in good time." It's amusing to watch them play. The feeling of being in control, strands of time and lines of fate sifting in his grasp-- truly something to be savored.
Pace yourself. We're in no hurry.
In your opinion, should I start organising my ficbits in a directory or in my memories? I tag them all, but I wonder how easily people can navigate...
YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME.
Thanks for your words of support, wai. It's been a /very/ long week, and *flail* is now my new pet expression.
...Now onto beginning to tackle your insane requests! I apologise for not going in order-- just as inspiration nibbles. They're all Bleach bits, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Feel free to request if you haven't. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Hisagi/Momo; glass for penguin_sensei. May you be steadfast through these dark days, and remember that we're all there for you. ♥
"It's no matter, Hisagi-senpai," said she, bending over to pick up one of the larger shards on the ground. "Anyone can have an accident, and I shouldn't have left the cup so close to the edge of the table."
He couldn't repeat his apology, though he'd intended to, because suddenly his line of sight was filled with red, fixed upon the cut on her finger-- "iyaaa, I should have been more careful!" she exclaimed, putting the finger in her mouth-- and all he could think was that she was just as fragile and he didn't want to see her bleed any more.
He recalled this much later while staring death in the eye again- blood streaming down his face.
Chad/Karin; boredom for sahara_storm. Because you know those two are going to grow up and be the badasses of law enforcement.
"You know--" dodge- "I'm beginning--" kick, duck under stray fist, aim for knee- "to think that may-- urk!--" knock out the bastard that got her in the neck- "...right. That maybe today's watch didn't turn out to be too dull," amended the woman as she dusted off the hem of her trenchcoat and gingerly poked at the bruise on her throat.
"...Mm," replied the man, lumping the unconscious figures into a pile politely for the cleanup crew to sweep up.
"Right, then! Ne-ext."
Urahara/Yoruichi; side by side for shadows_of_fire (you sly double-requester, you! I failed at this, truly.)
Kisuke sincerely liked cats. True, there might have been a measure of bias lurking in the recesses of that opinion, but he did like cats. They could be temperamental, they had odd quirks, they had a tendency to tear surreptitious holes in the tatami (and here he decided to give up on the 'they' and give in to the 'she'), and none of that mattered because when he felt the cat curl up at his side while he was lying, very much wide awake, in his futon during starless nights--
Besides, tatami repair was a minor thing.
Aizen and Gin; slow for radiodreams (I liiike.)
Gin stretches languorously, a habit he might've picked up from his golden-haired friend, and smiles. It's not as if he hadn't been smiling before, but he smiles now.
"That lot ain't back yet." It isn't so much a question as a confirmation.
"Mm." Sousuke doesn't even bother with the full response because he knows his right-hand well enough.
"Times like that I almost feel like going down there m'self," says, whether to enjoy the sound of his own voice or to fill the silence or to muse aloud- no one knows or dares to bother asking- "it'd get things done faster, eh?"
"Let them deal with it. We'll go visit in good time." It's amusing to watch them play. The feeling of being in control, strands of time and lines of fate sifting in his grasp-- truly something to be savored.
Pace yourself. We're in no hurry.
In your opinion, should I start organising my ficbits in a directory or in my memories? I tag them all, but I wonder how easily people can navigate...