#theorangecaptain

[lunadilucia]

{{ /cries/ I'm soo sorry to everyone I owe replies to. I've just been farting around on here and I apologize. I just don't really have muse right now, and I don't think I will until all of the shit going on in my life settles down a little bit. }}

[henjiin]

theorangecaptain replied to your post:*puts ice cubes down her shirt and runs away*

Running back laughing, Ichigo pecks her cheek and winks. “Need some help with that?”

"Help with the ice you dropped down my shirt? Yeah that would very helpful at the moment..." She huffily replied, after all she doubted he would actually reach down the front of her uniform to grab the ice.

[henjiin]

*puts ice cubes down her shirt and runs away*

And suddenly her whole body flinched in a rather silly way from the ice being dropped down her cleavage, a loud squawk erupting from the tiny greenette as she tried to fish out the ice cubes. "I-ICHIGO! Get your berry ass back here!"

[lunadilucia]

вє sσmєвσdч | AU |

A little girl stares at her reflection, her every move able to be seen, calculated, inspected in this room full of mirrors. The music becomes her heartbeat, her stance. With every beat and every line her body contorts, spins or rolls. She goes for the C jump, and fails miserably in a crumbled heap of grunts on the floor. It's then the music stops- her heartbeat along with it- as violet orbs turn to face a security guard. Time ticks back into motion and she jumps to her feet, running through the exit and down the ragged fire escape, barely making the leap into the dumpster which breaks her fall. She laughs, exhilarated.

She comes "home" to an angry director. He knows where she was. "She was in that damn dance studio again!" He'd shout to the higher ups, pleading that they'd move her to another home. She was too much trouble. "She doesn't listen to anything I say!" says the serpent who'd lay his hands on the children he was supposed to protect. It didn't matter. She'd flea that night anyhow, no one beside her but her two best friends; Renji and Orihime. They had no idea what they were doing; they were just kids.

Maybe twelve was too young to live on the streets but twelve was too young for anything she'd gone through, really. Twelve was too young to have no parents. Twelve was too young to get taken away from her sister because she was too strung out to feed her. Twelve was too young to have to become the mother of her friends. Twelve was too young to have to fight raccoons for food but they'd do it anyway.

She'd lie awake at night staring into the big wide nothing called the sky, hoping that it really was something. That there was a reason all of this was happening. Her hands would clutch the two laying at either side of her, hoping against hope that they'd make it. To where she didn't know quite yet. They just had to.

[henjiin]

㊛

"Slightly like citrus but then there is a more spicy earthy scent along with it -- Your hair on the other hand smells like delicious strawberries, I hope that wasn't a secret of yours m'dear~" Sticks tongue out playfully.

[henjiin]

I'd die for you.

Silence filled the air momentarily after he was done speaking. The usually bubbly and carefree appearance on mashiro's face turned into one of seriousness and refusal. "Don't. Don't say that. That's like making live without air...I'd suffocate without you."

[henjiin]

ichimashi

i don’t know them enough | wtf | why | NOTP | tolerable | they’re okay | cute | awww | babies | hot | I OTP