[There's a pause - a moment of silent relief in which he closes his eyes even more tightly - then a soft, baritone rumble of amusement at Ukitake's assessment of his former Fukutaichou's condition.]
She was never one to submit quietly to a stay in Fourth.
[Another silence, this one slightly more prolonged, because his words recall to him the last time he had seen her, a hundred years ago. It had been barely more than a glimpse - of a face and body he had once known almost as intimately as Jyuushiko's, but which had been barely recognisable under the blood and the bruises and that white... filth that crawled over her like a parasite. And then she was gone, lost in a sea of onmitsukidou while he was firmly ushered away by Unohana, despite his arguments and the searing mix of guilt and grief and rage that had made him careless even of Yama-jii's displeasure.
Finally he smiles, opening his eyes and letting his hand drop from Jyuushiko's face back to his lap. His other arm, however, remains firmly around her waist, and he leans back slightly despite the protest from his still-healing body at the sudden change of position.]
Yare yare. Then we'd better not make her wait too long, Ukitake. She might think better of it and come back just to kick my ass for not working fast enough.
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Date: 2011-02-09 03:57 am (UTC)She was never one to submit quietly to a stay in Fourth.
[Another silence, this one slightly more prolonged, because his words recall to him the last time he had seen her, a hundred years ago. It had been barely more than a glimpse - of a face and body he had once known almost as intimately as Jyuushiko's, but which had been barely recognisable under the blood and the bruises and that white... filth that crawled over her like a parasite. And then she was gone, lost in a sea of onmitsukidou while he was firmly ushered away by Unohana, despite his arguments and the searing mix of guilt and grief and rage that had made him careless even of Yama-jii's displeasure.
Finally he smiles, opening his eyes and letting his hand drop from Jyuushiko's face back to his lap. His other arm, however, remains firmly around her waist, and he leans back slightly despite the protest from his still-healing body at the sudden change of position.]
Yare yare. Then we'd better not make her wait too long, Ukitake. She might think better of it and come back just to kick my ass for not working fast enough.