Bleach: the colour of her eyes at midnight
Bleach drabbles, Yoruichi/Soi Fong-ish, only vaguely connected. PG and spoiler-free.
the colour of her eyes at midnight
Even in her grief and rage, she never for a moment contemplates permitting a stranger to take Yoruichi-sama's place. The backless uniform hangs in the corner of her room for months, the only indication that someone occupies the space. She spends hours staring at it, as she recovers from the day's training, and sleeps little.
On the day she finally steps into the Commander's robes, Soi Fong realises that she will have to have them taken in. That night, she dreams that Yoruichi-sama is walking away from her all over again, the word failure on her lips.
She wakes in the night, tendrils of a too-familiar power crackling over her senses. She has a hand on Suzumebachi's sheath before she realises what she's doing; a century has set reflex into the bone.
"Soi Fong." Although her window is high, and too small for a human, there is a shadow in front of it. Even her night vision can give her no more than an impression of form, but Yoruichi's eyes catch every scrap of light, glowing golden in the darkness. Despite everything that has happened, Soi Fong is half certain that she is still dreaming. When she reaches out, though, her hand encounters nothing but warm, smooth skin.
Yoruichi's laughter echoes, soft in the dark room. Soi Fong wonders if this is forgiveness.
the colour of her eyes at midnight
Even in her grief and rage, she never for a moment contemplates permitting a stranger to take Yoruichi-sama's place. The backless uniform hangs in the corner of her room for months, the only indication that someone occupies the space. She spends hours staring at it, as she recovers from the day's training, and sleeps little.
On the day she finally steps into the Commander's robes, Soi Fong realises that she will have to have them taken in. That night, she dreams that Yoruichi-sama is walking away from her all over again, the word failure on her lips.
She wakes in the night, tendrils of a too-familiar power crackling over her senses. She has a hand on Suzumebachi's sheath before she realises what she's doing; a century has set reflex into the bone.
"Soi Fong." Although her window is high, and too small for a human, there is a shadow in front of it. Even her night vision can give her no more than an impression of form, but Yoruichi's eyes catch every scrap of light, glowing golden in the darkness. Despite everything that has happened, Soi Fong is half certain that she is still dreaming. When she reaches out, though, her hand encounters nothing but warm, smooth skin.
Yoruichi's laughter echoes, soft in the dark room. Soi Fong wonders if this is forgiveness.