Bleach: Ichigo/Ishida
Title: Chiaroscuro
Author: shayheyred
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: none yet
Theme: Five senses - Sight
Notes: I swore I wouldn't participate in this round, but y'all seemed to be having so much fun I couldn't stay away, in the end. Should teach me not to swear, I guess.
His hair is orange, his name is strawberry, his reiatsu is scarlet. That is his protective coloration. Kurosaki Ichigo is darkness, and his true color is black.
Black are his robes, and black his blade. He is an avenger, and he deals in death, but his is not the black of terror. His darkness throbs with every color of the visible spectrum and some that cannot be seen with the eye, only with the heart.
Ichigo's darkness is not the absence of light; his black is a surfeit of color, the pigments of youth, strength, hubris and passion, confusion, desire, weakness and despair. The colors swirl together and cannot be separated. His black overwhelms. He is blinded by its very opacity.
Ichigo is the darkness, and in darkness he broods about his life, his meaning, his destiny. Light will illuminate his heart, though he does not know that yet.
White-silver bursts of light, ivory bloodless skin. Clean white glove, bright white spirit, hot white arrow loosed in a bursting, blinding pulse. White robes bespeak purity; they disguise the feelings of shame and doubt borne by the wearer.
Ishida Uryuu cuts through the world in a swath of light, his edge honed by bright, sharp arrogance. Yet he fears that at his center there is nothing but empty space. Light may explode from his bow but as it shimmers off his glasses it hides his eyes so they cannot reveal how he doubts his worth. His light does not illuminate, it obscures. Ishida's cold light is like an arrow cutting through his own flesh, piercing his heart.
Pinned like a butterfly by the brightness of others' expectations and his own white-cold pride, Ishida Uryuu seeks shadows in which to hide, in which to gather strength.
He does not know, yet, that the healing darkness waits and yearns for his illumination.
Author: shayheyred
Fandom: Bleach
Warnings: none yet
Theme: Five senses - Sight
Notes: I swore I wouldn't participate in this round, but y'all seemed to be having so much fun I couldn't stay away, in the end. Should teach me not to swear, I guess.
His hair is orange, his name is strawberry, his reiatsu is scarlet. That is his protective coloration. Kurosaki Ichigo is darkness, and his true color is black.
Black are his robes, and black his blade. He is an avenger, and he deals in death, but his is not the black of terror. His darkness throbs with every color of the visible spectrum and some that cannot be seen with the eye, only with the heart.
Ichigo's darkness is not the absence of light; his black is a surfeit of color, the pigments of youth, strength, hubris and passion, confusion, desire, weakness and despair. The colors swirl together and cannot be separated. His black overwhelms. He is blinded by its very opacity.
Ichigo is the darkness, and in darkness he broods about his life, his meaning, his destiny. Light will illuminate his heart, though he does not know that yet.
White-silver bursts of light, ivory bloodless skin. Clean white glove, bright white spirit, hot white arrow loosed in a bursting, blinding pulse. White robes bespeak purity; they disguise the feelings of shame and doubt borne by the wearer.
Ishida Uryuu cuts through the world in a swath of light, his edge honed by bright, sharp arrogance. Yet he fears that at his center there is nothing but empty space. Light may explode from his bow but as it shimmers off his glasses it hides his eyes so they cannot reveal how he doubts his worth. His light does not illuminate, it obscures. Ishida's cold light is like an arrow cutting through his own flesh, piercing his heart.
Pinned like a butterfly by the brightness of others' expectations and his own white-cold pride, Ishida Uryuu seeks shadows in which to hide, in which to gather strength.
He does not know, yet, that the healing darkness waits and yearns for his illumination.