[Shiro was in his own place of solace, in the inner sanctum, dangling his feet in the glowing water. He had been just outside the clinic until about five minutes ago, but now he needed the peace of his personal place.
Where Ichigo hid everything, Shiro had no choice but to show his feelings. Many of his emotions were worn right on his sleeve. He was sad. He was hurt. Hurt that Veles didn't tell them, sad that Lior had left... jealous and powerless. All of those things.
He hated this place. So he just stares at his clawed feet in the water, tail trailing into it slightly as well and long white hair falling over his shoulders and back like the water down the rocks.]
[ It's never been particularly difficult to track down Shiro, or anything, but...well...Ichigo doesn't know what to do with these sorts of emotions on his own. But, if Shiro really was feeling hurt, and sad, Ichigo needed to see it to believe it. Somehow, that kind of emotional depth...well, he wouldn't have thought it was possible.
Hands jammed in his pockets, Ichigo sighed, and strolled through each of the successive antechambers....all the way back to the one with the glowing water. Shiro looked so...beaten. Feeling a chill, Ichigo ruthlessly shoved it away, toed off his sneakers, then ditched his socks, and jumped the short distance between ledge, and the island Shiro was sitting on.
....Yeah, no idea what to do. So strolling to the edge of Shiro's ledge, and crouching down to idly wave one hand through the water, too. ]
[The Hollow was a receptacle for all the things Ichigo didn't want, couldn't deal with. It made him just as deep as Ichigo, if not deeper. Together they made a whole soul, but just because they were two parts didn't mean the Hollow wasn't somewhat complete on his own.
Shiro only looks up for a moment, training his visible glowing eye on his visitor, the other hidden by his hair, before looking back down in the water.]
[ Ichigo frowned harder, trying not to stare, but unable to stop himself. Even with the black, and gold eye peering out at him, that look was so startlingly human, something clenched up between Ichigo's heart, and stomach.
...Maybe....just maybe...Shiro could learn emotions.
Maybe. No, can't think like that right now! Instead, Ichigo flicked a few drops of water at the hollow. ]
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Where Ichigo hid everything, Shiro had no choice but to show his feelings. Many of his emotions were worn right on his sleeve. He was sad. He was hurt. Hurt that Veles didn't tell them, sad that Lior had left... jealous and powerless. All of those things.
He hated this place. So he just stares at his clawed feet in the water, tail trailing into it slightly as well and long white hair falling over his shoulders and back like the water down the rocks.]
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But, if Shiro really was feeling hurt, and sad, Ichigo needed to see it to believe it. Somehow, that kind of emotional depth...well, he wouldn't have thought it was possible.
Hands jammed in his pockets, Ichigo sighed, and strolled through each of the successive antechambers....all the way back to the one with the glowing water.
Shiro looked so...beaten. Feeling a chill, Ichigo ruthlessly shoved it away, toed off his sneakers, then ditched his socks, and jumped the short distance between ledge, and the island Shiro was sitting on.
....Yeah, no idea what to do. So strolling to the edge of Shiro's ledge, and crouching down to idly wave one hand through the water, too. ]
...She's gonna be back, man.
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Shiro only looks up for a moment, training his visible glowing eye on his visitor, the other hidden by his hair, before looking back down in the water.]
I know.
[Veles probably knew, after all.]
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...Maybe....just maybe...Shiro could learn emotions.
Maybe. No, can't think like that right now! Instead, Ichigo flicked a few drops of water at the hollow. ]
What are you so sad about then?
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