[closed / incomplete]
WHO: Renji Abarai [rukongai_dog] and Luke fon Fabre [replica_dreck] and the Disreputable Dog [walker_dog]
WHAT: After Renji’s upset journal entry, Luke shows up to give some comfort.
WHERE: Renji’s home
WHEN: Late night, after the clinic fire
Luke had never expected to see Renji of all people in such a state.
In between writing to Renji, he’d tugged on his shoes and jacket. He was honestly thankful that Renji had agreed to let him over, even scribbled down the map... Luke didn’t think the comfort Renji needed was possible through just words on a page. After his last comment, the quill was left on the page, leaving a mark for the map, and the journal was shut tight, stuffed into the pocket low on Luke’s knee. Mindful of the fact it was quite late, Luke grabbed his sword and headed out the door.
Maybe it was the urgency and sympathy settled in the pit of his stomach, but for once, Luke managed the directions efficiently. It may have just been one night and it may have been on business, but Renji was a friend. Luke... looked up to Renji. It was somewhat terrifying realizing even he could be hurt this much.
When Luke turned up at Renji’s doorstep, he was wrapped up in a variety of emotions. Anxiety, worry, sympathy, and nervous for Renji. He just hoped his naïve words ended up to be right. Broken promise or not, Renji didn’t deserve to be unhappy.
Sucking in a breath to prepare himself for whatever mess Renji was, Luke knocked on the door in front of him. Renji may be miserable and Luke may not know how to immediately fix it, but hell if he was going to leave Renji alone in his misery.
WHAT: After Renji’s upset journal entry, Luke shows up to give some comfort.
WHERE: Renji’s home
WHEN: Late night, after the clinic fire
Luke had never expected to see Renji of all people in such a state.
In between writing to Renji, he’d tugged on his shoes and jacket. He was honestly thankful that Renji had agreed to let him over, even scribbled down the map... Luke didn’t think the comfort Renji needed was possible through just words on a page. After his last comment, the quill was left on the page, leaving a mark for the map, and the journal was shut tight, stuffed into the pocket low on Luke’s knee. Mindful of the fact it was quite late, Luke grabbed his sword and headed out the door.
Maybe it was the urgency and sympathy settled in the pit of his stomach, but for once, Luke managed the directions efficiently. It may have just been one night and it may have been on business, but Renji was a friend. Luke... looked up to Renji. It was somewhat terrifying realizing even he could be hurt this much.
When Luke turned up at Renji’s doorstep, he was wrapped up in a variety of emotions. Anxiety, worry, sympathy, and nervous for Renji. He just hoped his naïve words ended up to be right. Broken promise or not, Renji didn’t deserve to be unhappy.
Sucking in a breath to prepare himself for whatever mess Renji was, Luke knocked on the door in front of him. Renji may be miserable and Luke may not know how to immediately fix it, but hell if he was going to leave Renji alone in his misery.