Gone
Title: Gone
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Nemu, Ishida
Prompt: 94. Lost
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s gone.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“My powers are gone,” Ishida said, not quite looking at Nemu, like he didn’t want to see the Soul Reaper’s reaction to the admission of weakness.
She thought over his words a few moments, then asked, “May I see you’re hands?”
The Quincy pushed his glasses up his nose, the temporary glare making it impossible to see his eyes. Nemu suspected that the boy would refuse, but instead he held out both hands, palms up. She cupped his hand with hers, running her thumbs gently over the lines of his palms.
Ishida’s hands were surprisingly soft. He clearly spent a good deal of time taking care of himself. Still, there were rough patched, calluses that he wasn’t rid of despite his efforts. Her touch moved down, caressing the tendons of his wrist. She felt his pulse racing, but that could have been her own. She was feeling it with her thumbs, after all, and you weren’t supposed to take a pulse with your thumbs.
Nemu slid her hands back up, caressing Ishida’s palms gently. She didn’t know what could be done to restore the Quincy’s powers, short of taking him apart and seeing what, exactly, was broken.
“I’m sorry.”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Nemu, Ishida
Prompt: 94. Lost
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s gone.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“My powers are gone,” Ishida said, not quite looking at Nemu, like he didn’t want to see the Soul Reaper’s reaction to the admission of weakness.
She thought over his words a few moments, then asked, “May I see you’re hands?”
The Quincy pushed his glasses up his nose, the temporary glare making it impossible to see his eyes. Nemu suspected that the boy would refuse, but instead he held out both hands, palms up. She cupped his hand with hers, running her thumbs gently over the lines of his palms.
Ishida’s hands were surprisingly soft. He clearly spent a good deal of time taking care of himself. Still, there were rough patched, calluses that he wasn’t rid of despite his efforts. Her touch moved down, caressing the tendons of his wrist. She felt his pulse racing, but that could have been her own. She was feeling it with her thumbs, after all, and you weren’t supposed to take a pulse with your thumbs.
Nemu slid her hands back up, caressing Ishida’s palms gently. She didn’t know what could be done to restore the Quincy’s powers, short of taking him apart and seeing what, exactly, was broken.
“I’m sorry.”