Prompt 8: Touching (Ryuuken and Ametatsu)
Another kiss meme fill for margerydaw_s2 ; "kiss on the forehead" for trulylastquincy and Ame. AUGH, HIS AU BREAKS MY HEART. And I still can't write Ryuuken. >:C
Ryuuken only entered Ametatsu’s room because the light was on- there was a line he knew not to cross with a daughter who did not trust him, despite how much he wanted her to. She had fallen asleep atop the bed, glasses askance on her face and an arm folded over her waist. He had visited Uryuu like this when he was young, but as the rift between them grew, the visits had stopped. Reaching for a cigarette, he stopped himself, and after a moment, let his hand come down on Ametatsu’s forehead. Her brow wrinkled slightly, but she did not stir otherwise from the touch. Removing her glasses, he folded the arms and placed them on the bedside table. Feeling he’d overstayed his welcome, he moved to leave her be. A shifting noise from the bed made him wonder if he’d woken her- Uryuu had always been a light sleeper. But she had merely changed her position, her still-young face now turned towards the light like a pale flower. A strand of black hair fell across her face, and he brushed it away, tucking it gingerly behind her ear. Parents were supposed to do touching things like that when no one watched. Ryuuken was a man who had grown accustomed to being unseen, yet he felt no more paternal than any of the dozens of Hollows his daughter had doubtless faced down, than the Arrancar who had taken his son. Leaning forward in a jerky, awkward motion, he pressed his chapped lips against her forehead. It lasted only seconds before he left the room, switching off the light and shutting the door softly behind him.
The next morning, much to Ametatsu’s surprise, not even a shot of alcohol had been consumed, and the omnipresent reek of tobacco by the door was mysteriously absent.
Ryuuken only entered Ametatsu’s room because the light was on- there was a line he knew not to cross with a daughter who did not trust him, despite how much he wanted her to. She had fallen asleep atop the bed, glasses askance on her face and an arm folded over her waist. He had visited Uryuu like this when he was young, but as the rift between them grew, the visits had stopped. Reaching for a cigarette, he stopped himself, and after a moment, let his hand come down on Ametatsu’s forehead. Her brow wrinkled slightly, but she did not stir otherwise from the touch. Removing her glasses, he folded the arms and placed them on the bedside table. Feeling he’d overstayed his welcome, he moved to leave her be. A shifting noise from the bed made him wonder if he’d woken her- Uryuu had always been a light sleeper. But she had merely changed her position, her still-young face now turned towards the light like a pale flower. A strand of black hair fell across her face, and he brushed it away, tucking it gingerly behind her ear. Parents were supposed to do touching things like that when no one watched. Ryuuken was a man who had grown accustomed to being unseen, yet he felt no more paternal than any of the dozens of Hollows his daughter had doubtless faced down, than the Arrancar who had taken his son. Leaning forward in a jerky, awkward motion, he pressed his chapped lips against her forehead. It lasted only seconds before he left the room, switching off the light and shutting the door softly behind him.
The next morning, much to Ametatsu’s surprise, not even a shot of alcohol had been consumed, and the omnipresent reek of tobacco by the door was mysteriously absent.