[Bleach] Sightless Knowledge - Tousen + Wonderwyce
Title: Sightless Knowledge
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Tousen, Wonderwyce
Notes: Speed ficcing with
bellumina and
mysocalledhell . Prompt was “Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?” Quote by Maurice Freehill.
“What troubles you?” Tousen asks one day as he reads from a book full of not words but Braille for him to see with his fingers instead of his eyes. He asks because he is discontent with the unsettling emotions rife in the spiritual pressure that fills the air of this room they are in. “Wonderwyce?” There’s a rustle of cloth as the boy moves closer and there’s a hand over his that stills his motions in reading from his book. “What is it?”
“D-Dark,” the boy gets out around his perpetual lisp that Tousen has both grown fond of and learned to interpret. Although, he has never heard this before, nor has he felt this raw fear of what awaits in the dark that clings to the heavy reiatsu the boy calls his own. “Scarwy!”
Tousen falters in a response, not quite sure how one answers someone who has just told him what they are afraid of - there is no room for sympathy, he believes, because what good will such a thing accomplish? Nothing but coddling those that are too weak to face what they are afraid of. To be fair, though, he has his own fears; he has his own insurmountable phobias of which he knows will amount to nothing good. “The dark is nothing to be scared of.” He might as well console, he figures, because if not the kid will just continue to be wary of being alone in darkly lit, shadowed places. “There really isn’t.”
“Sen-san … likes d-dark?” The grip on his hand tightens; Tousen doesn’t even flinch. The kid is illogically frightened, but he does not say that, does not condemn someone for having a fear. It would be hypocritical to ridicule those who are afraid. Because, in reality, no one is not afraid of something deep down where they hide things they shouldn’t hide.
“Yes, I like the dark,” Tousen agrees, flipping his hand to lace fingers together in a reassuring sort of way. “Because I cannot see the light. I have no need for the illuminated glow of fire; neither do I wish to bask in artificial luminosity of a fluorescent light riddled with technology.” The big words aren’t exactly making any sense to Wonderwyce, but Tousen muses that the boy understands the gist of what he’s trying to say. The boy can understand more than he is given credit for. He gets what Tousen says in words that are otherwise unnecessary but still used as if they have meaning, have depth. Tousen admires words because although he cannot see them in this world, he can see them clear as day in his mind’s eye, the only place that counts. “Does that make sense, hm?”
A head rests on his shoulder and a nod is felt against the fabric of his clothes. That’s all Tousen needs for his answer and he continues reading like nothing else has happened, as if everything is solved. Even when there is still the issue of light and dark, of right and wrong. It is a matter for another day.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Tousen, Wonderwyce
Notes: Speed ficcing with
bellumina and
mysocalledhell . Prompt was “Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?” Quote by Maurice Freehill.
“What troubles you?” Tousen asks one day as he reads from a book full of not words but Braille for him to see with his fingers instead of his eyes. He asks because he is discontent with the unsettling emotions rife in the spiritual pressure that fills the air of this room they are in. “Wonderwyce?” There’s a rustle of cloth as the boy moves closer and there’s a hand over his that stills his motions in reading from his book. “What is it?”
“D-Dark,” the boy gets out around his perpetual lisp that Tousen has both grown fond of and learned to interpret. Although, he has never heard this before, nor has he felt this raw fear of what awaits in the dark that clings to the heavy reiatsu the boy calls his own. “Scarwy!”
Tousen falters in a response, not quite sure how one answers someone who has just told him what they are afraid of - there is no room for sympathy, he believes, because what good will such a thing accomplish? Nothing but coddling those that are too weak to face what they are afraid of. To be fair, though, he has his own fears; he has his own insurmountable phobias of which he knows will amount to nothing good. “The dark is nothing to be scared of.” He might as well console, he figures, because if not the kid will just continue to be wary of being alone in darkly lit, shadowed places. “There really isn’t.”
“Sen-san … likes d-dark?” The grip on his hand tightens; Tousen doesn’t even flinch. The kid is illogically frightened, but he does not say that, does not condemn someone for having a fear. It would be hypocritical to ridicule those who are afraid. Because, in reality, no one is not afraid of something deep down where they hide things they shouldn’t hide.
“Yes, I like the dark,” Tousen agrees, flipping his hand to lace fingers together in a reassuring sort of way. “Because I cannot see the light. I have no need for the illuminated glow of fire; neither do I wish to bask in artificial luminosity of a fluorescent light riddled with technology.” The big words aren’t exactly making any sense to Wonderwyce, but Tousen muses that the boy understands the gist of what he’s trying to say. The boy can understand more than he is given credit for. He gets what Tousen says in words that are otherwise unnecessary but still used as if they have meaning, have depth. Tousen admires words because although he cannot see them in this world, he can see them clear as day in his mind’s eye, the only place that counts. “Does that make sense, hm?”
A head rests on his shoulder and a nod is felt against the fabric of his clothes. That’s all Tousen needs for his answer and he continues reading like nothing else has happened, as if everything is solved. Even when there is still the issue of light and dark, of right and wrong. It is a matter for another day.