and spin him to the ground
Feb. 11th, 2013 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unburdenIt'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.