everything you take makes me more unreal
Who: Aizen Sousuke (alapimp ) ; Ichimaru Gin (persimmonsplz )
When: September 17th, morning
Where: Cottage de la Aizen
Summary: Comrades reunite. Again.
Warnings: … Gin.
It had been a fitful night for Gin. Experiencing the Darkness had been… something, but it was hardly what kept him awake for a majority of the night. It didn't matter that he felt tired, and his bed was comfortable. It was the faint traces of Aizen's reiatsu clinging to his jacket that he could still feel, despite the fact that he shoved the article of clothing as far into the closet as he could manage, and even when he had managed to drift off, it was flashes of Karakura Town that waited for him.
Gin was awake when the sirens announced the safety of morning, and he groaned into his pillow at the sound of them, as if they were some kind of terrible alarm clock lacking a snooze, but he pulled himself around, and prepared for the day.
After all, being awake for the majority of the night had given him time to consider the next day's actions.
That was how he ended up outside of Aizen's cottage once more, a fresh loaf of bread tucked into the crook of one arm. It was a mess of reiatsu and kidou, all right, and only someone with Aizen's expertise would be able to lay something so intricate, let alone attempt to navigate it.
And Gin was feeling lazy.
His own reiatsu threading through the property would be enough to announce him, anyway, right?
When: September 17th, morning
Where: Cottage de la Aizen
Summary: Comrades reunite. Again.
Warnings: … Gin.
It had been a fitful night for Gin. Experiencing the Darkness had been… something, but it was hardly what kept him awake for a majority of the night. It didn't matter that he felt tired, and his bed was comfortable. It was the faint traces of Aizen's reiatsu clinging to his jacket that he could still feel, despite the fact that he shoved the article of clothing as far into the closet as he could manage, and even when he had managed to drift off, it was flashes of Karakura Town that waited for him.
Gin was awake when the sirens announced the safety of morning, and he groaned into his pillow at the sound of them, as if they were some kind of terrible alarm clock lacking a snooze, but he pulled himself around, and prepared for the day.
After all, being awake for the majority of the night had given him time to consider the next day's actions.
That was how he ended up outside of Aizen's cottage once more, a fresh loaf of bread tucked into the crook of one arm. It was a mess of reiatsu and kidou, all right, and only someone with Aizen's expertise would be able to lay something so intricate, let alone attempt to navigate it.
And Gin was feeling lazy.
His own reiatsu threading through the property would be enough to announce him, anyway, right?