Skins
title: Skins
fandom: Bleach
pairing: GinRan
rating: K+?
words: 316
warnings: spoilers for the latest chapters
a/n: An simple, uber-short ficlet that popped into my head. It was a welcome relief from all the long!fic I'm occupied with.
“Don’t you want some, Gin?”
He looks up at her. The fire carves hollow-shadows in her eye cavities. It makes her eyes look larger and more ghastly than in daylight, although the hunger helps with that, too.
“Not hungry.” It wasn’t even a lie.
She looks at him for a moment, and he feels so bad that he almost takes one stick of food. But he doesn’t.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
In an action that surely takes all the willpower she has, she refrains from eating any more, until it gets cold and the fire starts dying.
“You're really, really sure?”
“I’m sure.”
She takes three in her hands at once and takes a bite. With her reservations gone, the food soon follows.
He stares at her. Her hair is shiny. Her skin is soft, he can tell even in the dim firelight. Her kimono is thin and worn, too small, tugging in places where it shouldn’t. Gin doesn’t let his eyes wander down. He’s not like them, he thinks.
“Gin? You’re really quiet tonight.”
He mutters something in reply.
“Rangiku?”
“Yeah-?” The word comes out more as a grunt, a comment that comes second to the food occupying her mouth.
“Never mind.”
He knows what he looks like. A snake. Slippery, living only for survival’s sake. No use stirring from the bushes if it means a threat to his own skin.
Under that pretty skin, she’s damaged, too - violated beyond repair. But Gin is going to fix it so she will never have to speak to him again.
xxx
She stirs sleepily.
“Where’re you going?”
Her voice is barely a mumble. He pauses in the doorway, but doesn’t reply. She won’t remember this in the morning. No use remembering a snake.
I’m hungry, he wanted to tell her. I’m off to taste blood.
fandom: Bleach
pairing: GinRan
rating: K+?
words: 316
warnings: spoilers for the latest chapters
a/n: An simple, uber-short ficlet that popped into my head. It was a welcome relief from all the long!fic I'm occupied with.
“Don’t you want some, Gin?”
He looks up at her. The fire carves hollow-shadows in her eye cavities. It makes her eyes look larger and more ghastly than in daylight, although the hunger helps with that, too.
“Not hungry.” It wasn’t even a lie.
She looks at him for a moment, and he feels so bad that he almost takes one stick of food. But he doesn’t.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
In an action that surely takes all the willpower she has, she refrains from eating any more, until it gets cold and the fire starts dying.
“You're really, really sure?”
“I’m sure.”
She takes three in her hands at once and takes a bite. With her reservations gone, the food soon follows.
He stares at her. Her hair is shiny. Her skin is soft, he can tell even in the dim firelight. Her kimono is thin and worn, too small, tugging in places where it shouldn’t. Gin doesn’t let his eyes wander down. He’s not like them, he thinks.
“Gin? You’re really quiet tonight.”
He mutters something in reply.
“Rangiku?”
“Yeah-?” The word comes out more as a grunt, a comment that comes second to the food occupying her mouth.
“Never mind.”
He knows what he looks like. A snake. Slippery, living only for survival’s sake. No use stirring from the bushes if it means a threat to his own skin.
Under that pretty skin, she’s damaged, too - violated beyond repair. But Gin is going to fix it so she will never have to speak to him again.
xxx
She stirs sleepily.
“Where’re you going?”
Her voice is barely a mumble. He pauses in the doorway, but doesn’t reply. She won’t remember this in the morning. No use remembering a snake.
I’m hungry, he wanted to tell her. I’m off to taste blood.