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Who: Kyouraku Shunsui, Hinamori Momo
When: November 24, just after this thread
Where: Not far from the Gate, going to the Clinic
Format: Paragraph
What: Momo takes Shunsui to the clinic to see Ukitake.
Warnings: None
As he turned off the Forge, Shunsui let the smile slide from his face. It was what was expected, the facade he'd grown so used to putting on for everyone that he wasn't entirely sure how much of it was an act these days. But now, with no one to put on a brave face for, he lay down on a nearby rock, and stared up at the sky.
He'd known Ukitake for a long time--well over two thousand years now. And for all but the first year, he'd known Ukitake was sick, had known since his friend first collapsed with Shunsui panicking to see blood coming out of his roommate's mouth. Unohana had told him, had explained that Ukitake's disease was incurable, and that it was likely that it would some day kill him.
Shunsui pulled his flask of sake out of his sleeve and took a deep drink. Ukitake had fought and held on for far longer than anyone had believed--except them. They pushed each other to their limits and beyond, and damn what might happen tomorrow. In front of his friend, Shunsui insisted that Ukitake would probably outlive them all, but in private...in private, every time his friend had one of these bouts, he was terrified it might be the last time he'd see his friend. Particularly now, when he'd just seen that hollow punch its hand right through Ukitake's chest.
Closing his eyes against the memory, Kyouraku took another drink as he waited for Momo to arrive.
When: November 24, just after this thread
Where: Not far from the Gate, going to the Clinic
Format: Paragraph
What: Momo takes Shunsui to the clinic to see Ukitake.
Warnings: None
As he turned off the Forge, Shunsui let the smile slide from his face. It was what was expected, the facade he'd grown so used to putting on for everyone that he wasn't entirely sure how much of it was an act these days. But now, with no one to put on a brave face for, he lay down on a nearby rock, and stared up at the sky.
He'd known Ukitake for a long time--well over two thousand years now. And for all but the first year, he'd known Ukitake was sick, had known since his friend first collapsed with Shunsui panicking to see blood coming out of his roommate's mouth. Unohana had told him, had explained that Ukitake's disease was incurable, and that it was likely that it would some day kill him.
Shunsui pulled his flask of sake out of his sleeve and took a deep drink. Ukitake had fought and held on for far longer than anyone had believed--except them. They pushed each other to their limits and beyond, and damn what might happen tomorrow. In front of his friend, Shunsui insisted that Ukitake would probably outlive them all, but in private...in private, every time his friend had one of these bouts, he was terrified it might be the last time he'd see his friend. Particularly now, when he'd just seen that hollow punch its hand right through Ukitake's chest.
Closing his eyes against the memory, Kyouraku took another drink as he waited for Momo to arrive.