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Playing House.

Nov 12, 2006 14:41

Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku, Ichimaru Gin
Content: Two shinigami in a city.
Setting: a room in the Actua Are (located near the center of Paixao)
Time: Late Evening.
Warnings: None yet.

( She looked down at the keys of her journal and watched as the cursor blinked repeatedly back at her. )

actua are, ichimaru gin, matsumoto rangiku

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shootxtoxdeath November 13 2006, 12:22:43 UTC

It had been, in so many words, a long day. Gin had known people to be naturally fussy when it came to food, but over the course of the day, the citizens of Paixao had proven to be extra picky. The ex-captain couldn't remember a time when he had wanted to go back "home" so badly. He supposed this was why humans were usually so frustrated right after getting out of work ( ... )

death_lily November 16 2006, 09:02:32 UTC

She knew that he'd come back the moment he'd walked into the hotel itself. Tamped down as their spiritual energy was, a stray sliver of energy or two couldn't be ignored. Still, it was nice to feel him close at hand.

"Nothing much," she murmured softly and shut the journal. It wasn't as if she'd written anything at all - which she hadn't. Shifting around she turned her face up to his. "You look tired."

Hey, sorry for not responding this morning to your IM. My MSN is always connected, so I'm not necessarily there even if it looks like I am. :3 I was out, gomengomen.

shootxtoxdeath December 9 2006, 04:38:37 UTC

"Mmm, kinda am." His voice was somewhat muffled as he buried his nose in her hair. It always smelled so nice. Vaguely of raspberries, even if her shampoo was a different scent.

"Should' I plan ta wake up soon?"

death_lily December 9 2006, 11:23:14 UTC

She shrugged briefly and sighed audibly. "Up to you. If you don't have to head in early tomorrow, maybe it would be better if you caught up on your sleep." She offered him a whisper of a smile and stood to set the journal aside. As she passed him, her fingers reached out, skimming their tips along the line of his jaw. A deliberate act of touching and contact. A deliberate act that made each breath in his presence easier and made her consider that maybe confiding things in him wouldn't be as difficult as before.

Early as it was, maybe she could rock the boat sitting comfortably in the lake that was here and now. They were playing house, she understood that; just like long ago, when feet and hands were smaller and 'shinigami' they had yet to be.

shootxtoxdeath December 11 2006, 04:54:45 UTC

His hand came up to catch hers as she ran her fingertips along his jawline. Eyes opened just slightly as he brought her hand to his lips, gracing those same ends with a kiss. Light, airy, just barely touching. Very like his nature, when he reflected on it.

"'m not too tired, y'see." His smile widened as he threw the first line out, waiting for the pull. Gin wasn't entirely sure she'd take the bait (Ran was very shrewd like that sometimes), but he figured he'd give it a try. After all, in their little game of "house" (and really, in their minds and maybe hearts if Ichimaru really thought about it), they were as good as married. Husband and wife, two halves of a whole.

He just kinda sorta hoped she felt the same way.

death_lily December 11 2006, 16:06:48 UTC

She set the journal down in a drawer and shut it softly with the use of both hands. "Oh," was her only answer when he brought up not being tired. "Well then," she started, unsure as to what was the appropriate thing to say. "Are you hungry?" She asked as she turned around, the words tumbling awkwardly from her lips. "We could ask... for something," she tried to salvage her trail of thought, but fell headlong into the spiel anyway, "down at the kitchen ( ... )

shootxtoxdeath January 19 2007, 02:21:34 UTC

A part of Gin withdrew, eyes now pointedly focused on a spot on the wall. He had known the question would come up, but hearing it left him grasping for words, and explanation, anything. Briefly, a guilty expression flitted across his features before it dropped to being passive once more. Long fingers fidgeted absently with the bed covering for a moment, still trying to force words to work themselves out of his throat.

"I thought I knew 'im." Gin responded quietly, the only sign of his discomfort and self-mocking visible through the small crease on his brow. Truly, he had thought he had known Aizens intentions. Perhaps it was his ego that had gotten him into such a mess, then. Aizen had turned the tables around so much that Ichimaru couldn't tell back from front-- quite a feat to best his perception. The ex-captain did not appreciate it when Sousuke sometimes blind-sided him. It was simply inexcusable.

((OOC: :"))) Yay post!))

death_lily January 19 2007, 05:31:56 UTC

She watched him, eyes focused on his face and fully aware of the flicker of unease that had crossed his features only moments before. For some odd reason she thought back to their youth, when that similar expression would come and go though she had been unaware of the reasons behind.

"Gin," she murmured softly as she walked over, one hand reaching out to tilt his chin up. Out of the corner of her eye she could see how they looked, reflected in the glass of the mirror on the dresser. Her heart hitched just a little and she gave into impulse, back curving as she slid her arms over his shoulders, her lips meeting his.

[OOC: xD YAY! Love~]

shootxtoxdeath February 11 2007, 10:22:44 UTC

His green eyes met her blue ones, and there was a small sort of tension between them. Anxiety gripped him for a split-second, but it soon disappeared. Her arms slid around his shoulders, and their lips met. They had been working towards this moment over the centuries, though he was steadily forgetting just why they had waited so long. Gin kissed her back, the motion soothing, insistent-- it said everything he wanted to tell her, but couldn't find the words to do so.

His hands fell to her waist, tugging her closer.

"Ran--" He whispered against her lips, gaze half-lidded.

death_lily February 11 2007, 10:39:43 UTC

She sat down beside him, her mouth leaving his only briefly before their lips met again. If things could just be like this, simple and uncomplicated, she... wasn't quite sure what she would do but she knew that she felt at ease. For now she was just happy to know that they were meeting each other halfway and that for the moment there was no need to fret over anything else.

Rangiku pulled back and reached up to idly brush away the silver strands that fell into his eyes. They were open now, and honest, she wanted to think, and when her hand moved to cup his cheek, she felt her courage leave her. In place of something to say, she just smiled at him and wound her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his shoulder.