CLOSED; if you'll be my boat i'll be your sea ☇ (abarai renji & riku)
[heavy, Renji wanders down the dusty high street alley of south 76th. it's been a long time since he's passed through this way, a long time, and as he walks and watches the imprints of his waraji flick up dust and fade he's almost tempted to remove both socks and sandals and walk it bare, feel the street underfoot and let it remind him
dusk fell a little while ago, and he's grateful. the wall of blueish shadow sent people to their homes and their holes and their blankets at the side of the road and that leaves him the run of the street; dribs and drabs of bar flitting men and women, desperate scavengers and placeless, watching eyes the only things left to contend with. on the outward journey, he'd left behind busy streets full of hateful looks and an almost palpable distrust in a burst of shunpo - now he can stroll and take it all in, explore at his leisure like they had so many years before, a family, lords of the streets and kings of the world...
hah.
he huffs out a short, spiteful (wistful) laugh as he turns off into another alley
grow up, Abarai. that story ran out of words a long time ago.]
dusk fell a little while ago, and he's grateful. the wall of blueish shadow sent people to their homes and their holes and their blankets at the side of the road and that leaves him the run of the street; dribs and drabs of bar flitting men and women, desperate scavengers and placeless, watching eyes the only things left to contend with. on the outward journey, he'd left behind busy streets full of hateful looks and an almost palpable distrust in a burst of shunpo - now he can stroll and take it all in, explore at his leisure like they had so many years before, a family, lords of the streets and kings of the world...
hah.
he huffs out a short, spiteful (wistful) laugh as he turns off into another alley
grow up, Abarai. that story ran out of words a long time ago.]