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[march 20] [bleach] on death's blade lie many a flower curled
Title: On Death's blade lie many a flower curled
Date/Theme: March 20 | Eyes which are really petals
Series: Bleach
Characters: Nejibana, Shirayuki, Rukia, Kaien
Rating: PG-13 for sexual and violent (though not together, sorry) suggestions
Notes: Title and one sentence from poems by E. E. Cummings. Guess which ones? :D
I actually like this piece. I hope you will, too. Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
incandescens to try my hand at Bleach swordfic. 420 words.
“I like it when my body is with your body,” she whispered, face pale, lips pale, eyes sparkling in the thrill of their dance.
Nejibana remained characteristic to her name in the form of a twisty smile, before she uttered, “I believe I have found what you are like.”
To this Shirayuki tilted her head, causing her hair to cascade over her naked shoulders like an avalanche; graceful and wondrous but still a demonstration of how swift her element was, a reminder of how slyly you could be penetrated by its force. But though however true, this was not what Nejibana had thought to say.
She reached out her hand and gently took a lock of Shirayuki’s hair, kneading it between her pink-stained fingertips, and said, “You are of the stillness over raging waters; of the shadows a clean glass window makes; of the white in rainbows.” She smirked.
Shirayuki blushed, then did so hiss, “What nonsense, the words you say to stir your combatant’s poise!”
But Nejibana curved her lips, caught the white princess by her sleeve and purred, “And also, the coolness of your smile is as a stirring of birds between my arms, but I should wish to, rather than anything... capture your kiss.”
In this moment, Shirayuki quivered against her opponent, unable to move – stilled, just as the force holding her. She could only focus upon Nejibana’s eyes which are really petals which are really eyes.
Later, Shirayuki keeps these moments secret, close to her heart. Her grief does not allow her to open her little pandora’s box at this time, and besides, her mistress is crying again, so she must tend to her.
Many decades later, Shirayuki still harbors these feelings, these memories, and she tells pieces of them to her new companion as they walk the corners of sideways skyscrapers. She is not sure how long she will be trapped here, and it scares her when she wonders, sometimes, whether she was sucked into this place or whether she leapt in eagerly.
Not much longer, but later still, Shirayuki reveals her stories to her mistress when they are reunited. They come as no surprise to her mistress, for her mistress was present at each occurrence. But Shirayuki does not shed a single tear when her mistress clings to her and sobs, exclaiming that she understands, that she wishes to see those eyes again, too.
Because Shirayuki knows her mistress is not thinking of the petals, but of the stem that had once wielded them.
Date/Theme: March 20 | Eyes which are really petals
Series: Bleach
Characters: Nejibana, Shirayuki, Rukia, Kaien
Rating: PG-13 for sexual and violent (though not together, sorry) suggestions
Notes: Title and one sentence from poems by E. E. Cummings. Guess which ones? :D
I actually like this piece. I hope you will, too. Inspired by
incandescens to try my hand at Bleach swordfic. 420 words.“I like it when my body is with your body,” she whispered, face pale, lips pale, eyes sparkling in the thrill of their dance.
Nejibana remained characteristic to her name in the form of a twisty smile, before she uttered, “I believe I have found what you are like.”
To this Shirayuki tilted her head, causing her hair to cascade over her naked shoulders like an avalanche; graceful and wondrous but still a demonstration of how swift her element was, a reminder of how slyly you could be penetrated by its force. But though however true, this was not what Nejibana had thought to say.
She reached out her hand and gently took a lock of Shirayuki’s hair, kneading it between her pink-stained fingertips, and said, “You are of the stillness over raging waters; of the shadows a clean glass window makes; of the white in rainbows.” She smirked.
Shirayuki blushed, then did so hiss, “What nonsense, the words you say to stir your combatant’s poise!”
But Nejibana curved her lips, caught the white princess by her sleeve and purred, “And also, the coolness of your smile is as a stirring of birds between my arms, but I should wish to, rather than anything... capture your kiss.”
In this moment, Shirayuki quivered against her opponent, unable to move – stilled, just as the force holding her. She could only focus upon Nejibana’s eyes which are really petals which are really eyes.
Later, Shirayuki keeps these moments secret, close to her heart. Her grief does not allow her to open her little pandora’s box at this time, and besides, her mistress is crying again, so she must tend to her.
Many decades later, Shirayuki still harbors these feelings, these memories, and she tells pieces of them to her new companion as they walk the corners of sideways skyscrapers. She is not sure how long she will be trapped here, and it scares her when she wonders, sometimes, whether she was sucked into this place or whether she leapt in eagerly.
Not much longer, but later still, Shirayuki reveals her stories to her mistress when they are reunited. They come as no surprise to her mistress, for her mistress was present at each occurrence. But Shirayuki does not shed a single tear when her mistress clings to her and sobs, exclaiming that she understands, that she wishes to see those eyes again, too.
Because Shirayuki knows her mistress is not thinking of the petals, but of the stem that had once wielded them.