and spin him to the ground
Feb. 11th, 2013 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's remarkably juvenile, stopping in the middle of a park to make a snowman. Rukia can't seem to help herself, called towards the cold and its familiarity — it's the first thing she ever remembers experiencing, a cold that rocked her down to the bone. Now, it wraps around her and makes her feel alive.
No, that's wrong. She is alive, if not by the strictest of definitions, then certainly in the wavering of her heart and whisper of her breath.
The city has been lonely ever since Ichigo left, and while Rukia recharges often by sitting on her own, too much isolation beyond that makes Rukia feel like she's crawling in her skin. Spending time with Spock serves her somewhat, but one friend shouldn't have to carry the full burden of the tension she holds on her shoulders, so Rukia keeps a careful distance. Her jobs help. Toy stores have been busy still, in spite of the snow. Too many restless kids, she supposes.
Without thinking, the snowman ends up being about twice Rukia's height, and only when she finishes by placing a cap on top of its head does she start to laugh, climbing down from her makeshift snow step stool and breaking it down with several kicks of her toes.
No, that's wrong. She is alive, if not by the strictest of definitions, then certainly in the wavering of her heart and whisper of her breath.
The city has been lonely ever since Ichigo left, and while Rukia recharges often by sitting on her own, too much isolation beyond that makes Rukia feel like she's crawling in her skin. Spending time with Spock serves her somewhat, but one friend shouldn't have to carry the full burden of the tension she holds on her shoulders, so Rukia keeps a careful distance. Her jobs help. Toy stores have been busy still, in spite of the snow. Too many restless kids, she supposes.
Without thinking, the snowman ends up being about twice Rukia's height, and only when she finishes by placing a cap on top of its head does she start to laugh, climbing down from her makeshift snow step stool and breaking it down with several kicks of her toes.
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Date: 2013-02-22 08:12 am (UTC)He's glad for this - the cage he currently finds himself in may be a large one, and its bars invisible, but Lucian would much prefer to be able to roam it in its entirety rather than find himself confined to a single corner.
The snowman is difficult to miss, towering over Lucian, but even moreso over the girl who's apparently built it. She's undoubtedly the smallest girl Lucian's ever met, but he's fairly certain she's not a child. He stops to observe, quiet and unobtrusive.
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Date: 2013-02-22 08:00 pm (UTC)"Hi," she says, tentatively offering a wave. "Sorry, was I too loud?"
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Date: 2013-02-25 12:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-02-25 05:50 pm (UTC)"He is, isn't he? One might think I'm overcompensating," she replies, gazing back and up at her snowman's face. "Want to help me make more? He seems lonely."
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Date: 2013-02-26 04:39 pm (UTC)These thoughts go through his head in the space of a moment, and Lucian nods, a fleeting but genuine smile appearing. "Very well," he says. "I didn't get your name. I'm Lucian."
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Date: 2013-02-26 05:45 pm (UTC)Partially because she thinks they're the ones with the best odds of making their way out of the city.
Partially because she simply misses the people from home. Misses Byakuya and Ichigo most of all.
"But I'm Rukia," she adds with a tilt of her head. "Are you a Darrow native? Or...?"
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Date: 2013-03-08 07:15 am (UTC)"Or perhaps we're the ones living in a bit of delusion."
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-12 08:37 pm (UTC)"Maybe. What do I know, though? I'm a terrible liar," Rukia says with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
That much may be pretty true.