Post by Rania Fujikagi on Mar 14, 2016 19:49:11 GMT -5
Rania’s hair was still damp when she walked from the bathroom to the bed. An erratic line of small water droplets trailed the path that she walked but without a second thought, Rania threw the towel she had used to only halfheartedly dry her hair into the laundry basket. Other thoughts were preoccupying her mind then finding herself absentmindedly staring into the full length mirror while, as carefully as she could in the moment, tying a black obi sash around her yukata.
Forlorn blue eyes stared back at her from the reflection. How long had it been since she had stayed in a place that she could call her own or, at the very least, some place that wasn’t his? Well, to be exact, Rania didn’t really have wonder. It was question well within the realm of answerable: since the day she woke up in Rukongai. From the outer districts she had been swept into the heart of Seireitei, from living in his house to then temporarily living in his division, the defining pattern each time was that it was all his. Perhaps this had been apparent all along but it never really sunk in until Rania had had the time to finally think about it.
That time was now. Right now. Rania was thinking about events transgressed right now.
In fact, after the old house had been demolished—she would, unfortunately, have to claim most of the credit for that—Rania actually had to knock to be let in the new house that he had built. All things considered, the action was small, insignificant even but in the realm of where Rania was trying to establish independence of her own now, it was absolutely mortifying to the extent of even a little humiliating. Don’t be mistaken though; it wasn’t as if she wasn’t thankful for everything he had done for her –she was very, very, thankful—but now was the time for a little separation of identity, especially when certain things between them were, well, uncertain.
It was why she chose to divide her days between living at the house but also at the barracks of the First. The way her life had progressed since stepping foot into Soul Society had been fast, fast, fast, but now Rania needed some of that to slow down. She needed to be able to step away and breathe and, for lack of a better word, stop feeling so suffocated all of the time. When her literal life was on the line, Rania never had the luxury of acknowledging what were healthy boundaries. But now?
With parts of her life made certain, she could now focus on the parts that were becoming more uncertain.
A long sigh was let out. Her hair was still very much damp but she was off duty at the moment. Appearances could be given some slack.
“I guess it’s time to stop avoiding Shun…” Rania muttered to herself, turning off the lights before heading out the door.
The sun was just setting. The air was warm and it was that transition period between when people were getting off work and getting ready for dinner. Rania, at this particular moment, found herself taking a much more leisurely stroll than she usually would have. There was no rush home after all. The occasional hustle and bustle from the random passersby put a small smile on her face but then she stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone walked past her, a man, and it made Rania do a double take. Was she going crazy? There was… there was something about him that reminded her so much of—no, that wasn’t possible, was it? He looked so familiar and yet Rania was sure she’d never seen him before. A growing curiosity was, however, getting the better of her. Quickly she turned around and without thinking, blurted out, “Er, this is totally an awkward thing to ask but… have I seen you from somewhere before? You just seem… really familiar and I can’t put my finger on it…”
Part of her wondered if she’d really just asked that, another part couldn’t help but have asked.
Whether Rania would regret this later remained to be seen, but she was right. She had, indeed, seen this man before.
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Word count: 713
GP: 14
Total: 713 / 14
Forlorn blue eyes stared back at her from the reflection. How long had it been since she had stayed in a place that she could call her own or, at the very least, some place that wasn’t his? Well, to be exact, Rania didn’t really have wonder. It was question well within the realm of answerable: since the day she woke up in Rukongai. From the outer districts she had been swept into the heart of Seireitei, from living in his house to then temporarily living in his division, the defining pattern each time was that it was all his. Perhaps this had been apparent all along but it never really sunk in until Rania had had the time to finally think about it.
That time was now. Right now. Rania was thinking about events transgressed right now.
In fact, after the old house had been demolished—she would, unfortunately, have to claim most of the credit for that—Rania actually had to knock to be let in the new house that he had built. All things considered, the action was small, insignificant even but in the realm of where Rania was trying to establish independence of her own now, it was absolutely mortifying to the extent of even a little humiliating. Don’t be mistaken though; it wasn’t as if she wasn’t thankful for everything he had done for her –she was very, very, thankful—but now was the time for a little separation of identity, especially when certain things between them were, well, uncertain.
It was why she chose to divide her days between living at the house but also at the barracks of the First. The way her life had progressed since stepping foot into Soul Society had been fast, fast, fast, but now Rania needed some of that to slow down. She needed to be able to step away and breathe and, for lack of a better word, stop feeling so suffocated all of the time. When her literal life was on the line, Rania never had the luxury of acknowledging what were healthy boundaries. But now?
With parts of her life made certain, she could now focus on the parts that were becoming more uncertain.
A long sigh was let out. Her hair was still very much damp but she was off duty at the moment. Appearances could be given some slack.
“I guess it’s time to stop avoiding Shun…” Rania muttered to herself, turning off the lights before heading out the door.
The sun was just setting. The air was warm and it was that transition period between when people were getting off work and getting ready for dinner. Rania, at this particular moment, found herself taking a much more leisurely stroll than she usually would have. There was no rush home after all. The occasional hustle and bustle from the random passersby put a small smile on her face but then she stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone walked past her, a man, and it made Rania do a double take. Was she going crazy? There was… there was something about him that reminded her so much of—no, that wasn’t possible, was it? He looked so familiar and yet Rania was sure she’d never seen him before. A growing curiosity was, however, getting the better of her. Quickly she turned around and without thinking, blurted out, “Er, this is totally an awkward thing to ask but… have I seen you from somewhere before? You just seem… really familiar and I can’t put my finger on it…”
Part of her wondered if she’d really just asked that, another part couldn’t help but have asked.
Whether Rania would regret this later remained to be seen, but she was right. She had, indeed, seen this man before.
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Word count: 713
GP: 14
Total: 713 / 14