[ and this, isn't it interesting? They had just spoken about regrets and what their danger was and now, regardless, these thoughts are festering.
But birds shouldn't rest, they have no home in the sense almost every other creature has- the sky, after all, is not something you can fall asleep on. Shiro fills a teacup, holding it in his own hand, then offers it to her ]
A burden, naturally. Words that tighten strings around one's heart.
[ And maybe she thinks 'if he would have waited only a day longer' - but this isn't the spirit of this. Maybe Shiro himself thinks this 'just another day, why-' but that's not how it will happen.
He's so very calm across from her, so - loose in all his movements as if there is nothing to consider apart from this room and the tea and the words. Right now there is no pressure ]
[But that's all that escapes before she ducks her head, embarrassed. Briefly, she clenches the fingers of one hand into a fist alongside her teacup, as if scrunching down some feeling tight enough to stuff back inside where she thinks it belongs.]
[She is entirely the opposite, bound in strings around the heart, around her feelings, borne of propriety and an unwillingness to be hurt again.]
[ and his own hand leaves the table, the cup, and moves to rest on Rukia's- the touch is direct but neither harsh nor controlling, a comfort that isn't sentimental.
Shiro's little finger will hook around her hand but the expression on his face has changed little ]
And what does it make it when someone makes the same mistake more than twice?
[She doesn't know what to do with that touch, the physical contact that's not in the line of duty, not in self-defense of one sort or another. So she lets him, if it makes him feel better. But she doesn't know how to respond, properly.]
...Is it? If I could make them safe... Would it matter if I was still here?
A scar. A lesson too, hopefully. There are those people who are too unsteady. Could be a lack of experience or ignorance. Both of these are easily found, Rukia.
[ and he notices, for Shiro who pays so much attention to people and whose body has been changed so much, that kind of thing is easy to notice. The hand stays -
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[ That's a look falling back on her, then the table and Shiro inclines his head. ] Sit, nobody would drink tea while standing around.
[ no comment about the room, no expectation to be either insulted or praised. Shiro settles himself, leaving the spot closest to the door for Rukia ]
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[How can she call it that? Something that eats at her as it does, even when it's not before her. Accusing her. If only I had...]
[Useless. She sits where indicated, contained within herself, hands folding into her lap like resting birds.]
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[ and this, isn't it interesting? They had just spoken about regrets and what their danger was and now, regardless, these thoughts are festering.
But birds shouldn't rest, they have no home in the sense almost every other creature has- the sky, after all, is not something you can fall asleep on. Shiro fills a teacup, holding it in his own hand, then offers it to her ]
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[For one day, maybe. All she will allow herself to indulge in. And then it will get shoved down with everything else.]
[She takes the teacup, murmuring thanks, sipping at the hot tea once before letting it sit to cool a little.]
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[ And maybe she thinks 'if he would have waited only a day longer' - but this isn't the spirit of this. Maybe Shiro himself thinks this 'just another day, why-' but that's not how it will happen.
He's so very calm across from her, so - loose in all his movements as if there is nothing to consider apart from this room and the tea and the words. Right now there is no pressure ]
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[But that's all that escapes before she ducks her head, embarrassed. Briefly, she clenches the fingers of one hand into a fist alongside her teacup, as if scrunching down some feeling tight enough to stuff back inside where she thinks it belongs.]
[She is entirely the opposite, bound in strings around the heart, around her feelings, borne of propriety and an unwillingness to be hurt again.]
It doesn't matter, he's not coming back.
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[ and his own hand leaves the table, the cup, and moves to rest on Rukia's- the touch is direct but neither harsh nor controlling, a comfort that isn't sentimental.
Shiro's little finger will hook around her hand but the expression on his face has changed little ]
You're here, still. 's what makes it matter.
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[She doesn't know what to do with that touch, the physical contact that's not in the line of duty, not in self-defense of one sort or another. So she lets him, if it makes him feel better. But she doesn't know how to respond, properly.]
...Is it? If I could make them safe... Would it matter if I was still here?
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A scar. A lesson too, hopefully. There are those people who are too unsteady. Could be a lack of experience or ignorance. Both of these are easily found, Rukia.
[ and he notices, for Shiro who pays so much attention to people and whose body has been changed so much, that kind of thing is easy to notice. The hand stays -
even with her last words. ]
It matters that you do what you desire.
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[Her answer would have been so much more unkind, so she'll go with his for the moment.]
Not so far that I've seen. Petty actions flung out into the vast black...
[Or something like that. She shakes her head, cutting off that line of thought.]
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[ not that he really knows about ancient shinigami and such. But for someone who doesn't expect to turn 20? For that person this is very accurate.
's fine that way. Good decisions and proprietary, they're not what people consist of.
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[She's much older than she looks, and some days, she feels like it.]
If so, then what? The bad decisions?
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[ that fits, with Shiro being much younger than he acts. ]
Their urges, usually. The things they feel ashamed about.
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That's what makes a Hollow--impulses and urges. Not a human.
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's important to know how far one can go, with these things. Desires are the one honest thing we can rely on.