Bleach Drabble
I actually finished one of the drabbles that I was supposed to write like half a year ago. proglution's prompt: "S for Self-lovin' & Starrrrrrrrrrk" from Bleach. Drabbles are 100 words, which I hate, but here you are, 100 words! My first and probably only ever Bleach ficlet.
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It is a feeling for which he has no name.
A clawing, maybe. Fangs and nails, talons and spikes of a hundred entities, fighting one another, killing, eating and devouring everything until only He is left.
Or is it more like drowning? The sole survivor, he surfaces from an ocean of souls, only to find himself, solitary, swimming another sea, one of endless sand.
He finally learns the feeling's name, long before he knows his own.
And so he splits himself, creates another.
If no one else can love them, he thinks, embracing himself, then they will love each other.
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It is a feeling for which he has no name.
A clawing, maybe. Fangs and nails, talons and spikes of a hundred entities, fighting one another, killing, eating and devouring everything until only He is left.
Or is it more like drowning? The sole survivor, he surfaces from an ocean of souls, only to find himself, solitary, swimming another sea, one of endless sand.
He finally learns the feeling's name, long before he knows his own.
And so he splits himself, creates another.
If no one else can love them, he thinks, embracing himself, then they will love each other.
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