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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:35 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
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“Seems like you wanna be more then friends,” Aine asserted tartly, the cold of a moment before sloughing off to leave the air unfettered by her darkness. The complete 180 in expression was emphasized by her pink tongue flicking between her lips in a rude gesture, the hand on the Vice Captain’s chest pushing him away with strength that was pathetically inadequate for someone of her position. Succeeding in only making her feet tumble backwards when Lerato’s body didn’t give way, her back meet the tenebrous shadow who stared down at her, blatant confusion warring with hostility over the kiss that had tainted his wielder’s flesh. An-ei possessively wiped his hand across her lips, trying his best to act as an astringent while keeping his rage towards all other males leashed so the amusement in Aine’s eyes wouldn’t abate. The spirit was rewarded by a silvery laugh, a pat to his cool fingers and a gentle, albeit silent, request. As quick as the smile morphed the shadows features from malicious to softly sensual, there no longer was a dark figure, only the black and red nodachi Aine hadn’t been carrying when she’d first entered the orchard in her slim hand. “You sure you want to bleed out?” Hands guided the deep crimson cord about the blade over her shoulders to rest securely from shoulder to hip. “I’m sure I could accommodate you Lerato, but I don’t think you’d be very appreciative. That and it would be such a pain to drag your a** to the nearest hospital.”
Loathe to admit that she was elated, Aine danced away, hands at her side and head tilted to stare at the chartreuse canopy and dots of red above her. Lips curved in genuine happiness she turned just enough to flick a green glance at Lerato, a toothy grin accompanying the look of contentment. “Sorry,” she started a moment later, “but I needed to bluster enough to make sure you weren’t just fibbing to try and get close to me.” Her hands lifted from her sides in mock dismay and a shrug, not verbally admitting her final acceptance as to what she could call honesty and a promise from the Vice Captain, but cementing it with the buzzing physical excitement that poured from her. “And to answer your question from before I went cold, reishi is a wondrous particle, if you move your reiatsu correctly you can make it vibrate and form sound.” Referring to the guitar chords from minutes before she shook her head playfully, “sheesh, shouldn’t you keep your senses extended and searching no matter what the situation? I could tell when you were going to move just as you decided to do so and read your emotions from your reiatsu. Where’s that First Division elitism that you guys are supposed to be so famous for?” Again releasing a chiming laugh, she ended up drifting back to him, an accusing finger poking him none to gently in the chest. “C’mon, where’d it go?”
Shifting back onto her heels, emerald eyes merrily stared at Grecian man, Aine half smirked and ruffled her already badly tangled forelock. Fingers trapped in the ebony strands, she snarled and ripped them out, stray pieces clinging to her skin and slipping to the still frosted grass. Unless Lerato was daft, Aine sincerely hoped he was picking up on her mood, since it was most likely more than clear that she was openly mocking him to hide her own distaste towards admitting anything, including trust. She found it easier not to say it, not to make it known publicly in case she’d given her consent but was betrayed in some way. “That and what’s with calling me Jigokuchou?” The same hand that still had ebony strands wound about his, tugging him closer to the base of the tree where a comfy patch of dirt and a few more pomegranates waited. “Sure, I get it. I wear red and black.”
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:35 pm
For a moment his face softened and in those few fleeting seconds he was the boy who had joined the first division so many years ago. “Want to be? No.” He chuckled as she tried to push him and succeeded only in throwing herself off balance. “No, I wouldn’t really say that’s it at all. After all; saying that I want to be more then friends implies I have a choice over the stupidity of my actions. I think a better way to say it would be that somewhere in the pit of my stomach there is a creature of instinct that is drawn towards you and it is that same beast that sways my thinking when it comes to being so close to you.” Shifting his weight to his back foot and crossing his arms he lost his self in thought while trying to put the feeling in his gut into words that would at least resemble some form of sense. “If you’d rather, though, you could just say I have an addiction to pain. A masochist of sorts and I can definitely tell that being around you for any length of time will certainly meet my desire for agony.” Though his laugh was filled with glee is face remained solemn. “Back to the bleeding out comment, though, shall we?” His eyes wandered from her to the shadow-like zanpukatou as it dematerialized and reformed into a nodachi, “I have plenty of other ways I’d like to dies. In my sleep for one, but if I must force the earth to weep tears of blood so that I may retain my self respect, and honor, than I shall. I won’t let my name be carved into history with the title of a coward.” Watching Aine throw her blade over her back left the Vice Captain feeling incredibly bare as he had left his own weapon back in his room.
“Fibbing? To a lady? I’d never!” He playfully jumped back with a perfect mask of shock and betrayal hanging from his face. “Surely if I was to do something that atrocious I would make sure the lady couldn’t chew me up and spit me out!” This time he held his mirth and opted instead for a grin that showed brilliant white teeth. The lieutenant was just opening his mouth to launch into a tirade about how he had thought the eddies in the reishi had something to do with the music but was stopped short when a small finger was thrust his way and came colliding into his stomach. “What in the blue blazes do you mean where did it go? Did you forget where we are? Hell, I never intended to have to show anyone why we’re called the elite, especially not while I was outside of the Sereitei.” He stepped back as he spoke and flourished his hands as if to show the girl his appearance for the first time, “I mean, do I look like a shinigami to you?” He inquired with one eyebrow cocked. “I’m not in battle so why should I bother with such petty things as elitism? I’m out here to relax, not to worry about code or edict.” The one time the man wasn’t, actually. Again Lerato noticed just how naked he seemed without his blade swinging harmlessly by his side while it sang to him in the voices of a hundred different songbirds. “But if I must abandon my mini vacation to show you my skill, I could. Keep in mind it would only be a small taste of what I’d be able to accomplish when I was complete, but at least then you wouldn’t doubt me.” His eye twinkled with a bit of mischief. Of course he didn’t want to pick up arms against the Guard, but at the same time he very much doubted she anything more than friendly banter.
The truth of the matter was that in the time the two of them had spoken the Guard had seemed to cast aside her defenses -if not her pride- and had seemed to accept his friendship. By the difficulty it took him to open up he doubted very much just how many other people had attempted to break down her walls so that they could see her, at least in part, for who she really was. “You don’t brush your hair much, do you?” The question obviously was more an observation than an attempt to insult her, his voice laden with amusement as she pulled delicate fingers through a section of less-than-delicate tangled up hair. Her comment left him staring into her eyes, a gleam of light catching them just above her deep emerald irises. “Actually, it had nothing to do with your clothes.” He blinked twice and shook his head as if doing so could rattle something loose within his brain. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, I probably wouldn’t have ever put the two together, but now that you do, it is a bit eerie how well you match their coloration.” Once he had taken a seat next to her he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before explaining. “You act like one of them.” He said shortly before he looked over and rubbed the back of his head, “What I mean is that you shift from one thing to another on currents of thought just as they float from one place to another without so much as a worry. Not to mention you hold that same type of power that they do; an elegance unequaled by other creatures, yet strong enough and brave enough, with a fair amount of cunning, so as to tread waters that others refuse to just as other creatures born unto the Soul Society fear coming and going between the World of the Living, and the Soul Society. That is why you are Jigokucho, not because you happen to wear black and red.” He smiled and, hesitantly, as though he was testing unstable waters, wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:04 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
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“Nope, you don’t look like a Shinigami at all.” Aine asserted once she was settled against the fruit tree yet again, her hands gesturing to her kosode and hakama, the only real leftovers after she’d ‘mugged’ a girl in the Eighth Division for it. “At least my disguise looks mostly like I belong here and not like I woke up and threw on pants.” Eyeing Lerato firmly she wrinkled her nose in distaste at him, a light giggle escaping as she did so. “But who am I to talk, I don’t even brush my hair. I just don’t care to do it. I like brushing other people’s hair though…” Losing her train of thought, the Guardswoman sat back, mildly transfixed by the comparison between herself and the butterfly messengers.
If he knew just how right he was. She mused, shifting her shoulders to accommodate his muscled arm slipping behind her. Flicking her eyes to the Vice Captain’s, she smiled lightly when she picked up his apprehension towards acting so friendly; settling her side closer and leaning into the curve of his arm and shoulder, Aine relaxed.
[For the sake of ending this somewhat gracefully, we fade to black here. Let your perverted imaginations fill in the blanks.]
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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