You sing me to sleep, talk down my walls
Name(s): Nanao Ise, Shunsui Kyoraku [closed]
Location: Nanao's personal rooms.
Week: 43
Time: The evening of the masquerade.
Rating: G/PG?
Nanao stared at her reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out if that unevenness on her lip was really her lipstick or just the bookcase reflected through her. She moved left a little, finding a clear patch of wall so she could better check her appearance.
Finding nothing out of place she turned away from the mirror, her eyes restlessly seeking out the clock. Still five minutes before Shunsui had arranged to arrive to pick her. Nanao had to force herself to keep from pacing or checking her make up in the mirror again. Standing beside her desk, she twiddled her thumbs nervously, her mind running over all the things which had needed organising for tonight.
She caught herself checking the clock again. Honestly- she was acting no better than one of the students! The masquerade should not be this important an occasion. Yes, she was attending with Shunsui. Yes, it was as his date. And yes, there was the issue of that kiss which she couldn't, with a good conscience, dismiss as having no significance to her. But nonetheless!
And there was also the fact that she was a ghost and had avoided telling him because she'd been unsure of exactly how he would react- and how she would react in return.
She gave in and looked at her reflection one last time, checking that her obi was still perfectly tied. Ghost or not, she had been taught that such things were important on a date social engagement of this kind.
Location: Nanao's personal rooms.
Week: 43
Time: The evening of the masquerade.
Rating: G/PG?
Nanao stared at her reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out if that unevenness on her lip was really her lipstick or just the bookcase reflected through her. She moved left a little, finding a clear patch of wall so she could better check her appearance.
Finding nothing out of place she turned away from the mirror, her eyes restlessly seeking out the clock. Still five minutes before Shunsui had arranged to arrive to pick her. Nanao had to force herself to keep from pacing or checking her make up in the mirror again. Standing beside her desk, she twiddled her thumbs nervously, her mind running over all the things which had needed organising for tonight.
She caught herself checking the clock again. Honestly- she was acting no better than one of the students! The masquerade should not be this important an occasion. Yes, she was attending with Shunsui. Yes, it was as his date. And yes, there was the issue of that kiss which she couldn't, with a good conscience, dismiss as having no significance to her. But nonetheless!
And there was also the fact that she was a ghost and had avoided telling him because she'd been unsure of exactly how he would react- and how she would react in return.
She gave in and looked at her reflection one last time, checking that her obi was still perfectly tied. Ghost or not, she had been taught that such things were important on a date social engagement of this kind.