Propositions [Complete]
Character(s): Ichimaru Gin, Matsumoto Rangiku
Content: Two estranged friends catch up, wondering how they ended up in such a weird situation.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish
Time: Late Monday night
Warnings: None, maybe some cursing on Ran's part later? Fluff~
Gin sat on the rooftop of the building across from the Morem o Lisboa, head tilted back, looking at the intricate ceiling above Paixao. This place-- he didn't quite understand it, and honestly, the ex-captain didn't know if he wanted to. All he knew was that he wanted to be away from Aizen, even if it killed him. Sure, he was afraid (read: terrified) of death, but he felt so confined with Aizen, almost like he wasn't living at all anyway. And so, he returned to his friend, his dearest Ran. It was odd, how the scene had played out from earlier. Shinsou had clattered to the ground, Hitsugaya had mostly forgiven him, and well-- Ran had looked at him with so much confusion written in her features.
It had tugged at what was left of his heart.
See, she had a special place with Gin. He could just as well tear down the entire world without so much as a second glance, but if he so much as even made her whine, it felt like his world collapsed every time. So now he was sitting here, waiting. For what, he didn't exactly know. He was hoping for a response of some sort, he supposed. After all, Ran still had that little present. Vaguely, Ichimaru wondered if she had opened it yet. The skinny man really hpoed she had, because what was in there--- he meant every bit.
Even if there were no words.
Content: Two estranged friends catch up, wondering how they ended up in such a weird situation.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish
Time: Late Monday night
Warnings: None, maybe some cursing on Ran's part later? Fluff~
Gin sat on the rooftop of the building across from the Morem o Lisboa, head tilted back, looking at the intricate ceiling above Paixao. This place-- he didn't quite understand it, and honestly, the ex-captain didn't know if he wanted to. All he knew was that he wanted to be away from Aizen, even if it killed him. Sure, he was afraid (read: terrified) of death, but he felt so confined with Aizen, almost like he wasn't living at all anyway. And so, he returned to his friend, his dearest Ran. It was odd, how the scene had played out from earlier. Shinsou had clattered to the ground, Hitsugaya had mostly forgiven him, and well-- Ran had looked at him with so much confusion written in her features.
It had tugged at what was left of his heart.
See, she had a special place with Gin. He could just as well tear down the entire world without so much as a second glance, but if he so much as even made her whine, it felt like his world collapsed every time. So now he was sitting here, waiting. For what, he didn't exactly know. He was hoping for a response of some sort, he supposed. After all, Ran still had that little present. Vaguely, Ichimaru wondered if she had opened it yet. The skinny man really hpoed she had, because what was in there--- he meant every bit.
Even if there were no words.