[He's been here several times before- well, he feels like he has, anyway.
Much like tangerine, sunlit skies in the afternoon, a clear night sky filled with bright constellations and stray stars like this one can cause Hitsugaya to hit the rewind button. Even if it isn't real. He's sitting on a comfortable patch of grass, and his eyes look... intent, as if he were occupied with his own thoughts. His mind's currently in a world from hundreds of years ago; a world where nothing but pure bliss and a little loneliness here and there existed.
He pictures a small girl who's only a few inches taller than him by his side, cradling a freshly cut slice of watermelon. Her eyes are locked on the starry blanket above them, and her finger's wandering around from side to side, as if she were connecting the dots. There's a small, subtle smile that's spread across her lips, and there's a spark of wonderment that's shining through her hazel irises.
And that picture alone brings a dull pain in Hitsugaya's chest; sometimes... just sometimes,
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[She's always been the nostalgic type, that much was no surprise. Much too often did she catch herself reminiscing about the past, to the point where sometimes she honestly thinks she's living in the past. And in a way, she wishes for it so much- to be able to return back to the past when dreams were something that seemed so much more achievable and promises could be kept without fail
( ... )
/clings to ;w;icanhasmomoJuly 2 2010, 09:59:09 UTC
[He's the slightest bit alarmed when he hears grass ruffling beside him. He sees a petite pair of feet plant themselves beside him through the corner of his eye...
And that voice. It's all too familiar- a little lower than the one he'd been imagining, but the essence is all the same.
What perfect timing.]
Hinamori.
[There's a brief pause as he quickly examines her.]
[She's quick to disagree, displeasure clearly evident on her face as she nearly huffs] I'm not a bed-wetter! Really, you're never going to stop calling me that, aren't you?
Much like tangerine, sunlit skies in the afternoon, a clear night sky filled with bright constellations and stray stars like this one can cause Hitsugaya to hit the rewind button. Even if it isn't real. He's sitting on a comfortable patch of grass, and his eyes look... intent, as if he were occupied with his own thoughts. His mind's currently in a world from hundreds of years ago; a world where nothing but pure bliss and a little loneliness here and there existed.
He pictures a small girl who's only a few inches taller than him by his side, cradling a freshly cut slice of watermelon. Her eyes are locked on the starry blanket above them, and her finger's wandering around from side to side, as if she were connecting the dots. There's a small, subtle smile that's spread across her lips, and there's a spark of wonderment that's shining through her hazel irises.
And that picture alone brings a dull pain in Hitsugaya's chest; sometimes... just sometimes, ( ... )
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And that voice. It's all too familiar- a little lower than the one he'd been imagining, but the essence is all the same.
What perfect timing.]
Hinamori.
[There's a brief pause as he quickly examines her.]
... Tch. It's only been a few days, bed-wetter.
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It got too long!
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[you know he loves you Momo]
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... Fine, if I just call you Hitsugaya-kun will you finally stop calling me a bed-wetter?
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[He's stargazing again. He likes his title, but... Kind of ruins the nostalgia.]
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[it's silly to argue, she knows. But it's been so long, she can't help but indulge just a little longer.]
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