Post by Machie on Jun 8, 2018 0:29:21 GMT -5
The first two weeks following the short spat between Merrick and Machie flew by without notice; the dark skinned shinigami was hardly one to track the days to begin with. Her preoccupation with training and meditation only intensified to fill the gap that finding an excuse to speak with the medic would have occupied. Then, the feline woman had gone back to District Forty and wandered the streets until she found her younger brother.
The resulting tide of emotions had distracted Machie from the conflict in one of the only work relationships she had formed.
Seeing the man while perusing the books in the Third’s library had been like being hit with cold water. It shouldn’t have been a shock; before she’d gone back to find her adopted siblings, Machie had been avoiding Merrick. The happy daze that settled over the woman afterwards and the anticipation of another visit had pushed him from her thoughts.
Guiltily, Machie left the library without speaking to him or finding the books on Kidou Theory that she’d wanted to read.
Her behavior seemed to irritate Nasima, who took to giving the feline woman mild headaches.
Machie took a mission to Earth in an attempt to clear her thoughts. It was a simple konsou mission in an area where weak hollows occasionally prowled. The feline woman and her squad for the mission were successful, but not without a few injuries.
Machie went to the hospital once she returned to Seireitei, sporting a fractured leg. Fortunately, Merrick hadn’t been the one to heal her; the dark skinned woman still wasn’t quite ready to face him.
After another week of actively avoiding the taciturn medic, Machie found herself seeking him out, but failing to approach. She haunted the library in the Third Division and managed to get training injuries that required mild medical attention. Still, she hadn’t quite managed to figure out what to tell the man.
One afternoon saw Machie in Fifth’s kitchens. She didn’t have kitchen duty this week, but no one seemed to mind if she cooked as long as she cleaned up after herself. Her habit of washing any dishes in the sink in addition to anything else she used had made the feline woman a somewhat welcome presence.
Today’s recipe was banana bread. Machie had found some bananas that were well past their prime, covered with dark blotches but not yet rotten --perfect for baking. The process of combining the ingredients until she got the texture of the batter right and observing the bread as it rose in the oven was cathartic for Machie. The small, yet manageable tasks were comforting and the delicious smell wafting from the oven reminded her that she had at least one useful skill: two, if cooking and baking were counted separately.
Machie wrapped the hot loaf of banana bread carefully before wandering out of the kitchens. While she walked, the feline shinigami extended her senses, seeking out the sound of a soft breeze. It was difficult to pick up on at first, but the woman quickened her steps when she honed in on Merrick’s spiritual signature.
She found the dark haired man poring over a thick tome in the Third Division library.
Before she could lose her nerve, the dark skinned woman set the wrapped bread on the table within Merrick’s reach before retreating a step back to give him space.
She gnawed her lower lip while mulling over what to say, if she should say anything.
“You were right.”
584
The resulting tide of emotions had distracted Machie from the conflict in one of the only work relationships she had formed.
Seeing the man while perusing the books in the Third’s library had been like being hit with cold water. It shouldn’t have been a shock; before she’d gone back to find her adopted siblings, Machie had been avoiding Merrick. The happy daze that settled over the woman afterwards and the anticipation of another visit had pushed him from her thoughts.
Guiltily, Machie left the library without speaking to him or finding the books on Kidou Theory that she’d wanted to read.
Her behavior seemed to irritate Nasima, who took to giving the feline woman mild headaches.
Machie took a mission to Earth in an attempt to clear her thoughts. It was a simple konsou mission in an area where weak hollows occasionally prowled. The feline woman and her squad for the mission were successful, but not without a few injuries.
Machie went to the hospital once she returned to Seireitei, sporting a fractured leg. Fortunately, Merrick hadn’t been the one to heal her; the dark skinned woman still wasn’t quite ready to face him.
After another week of actively avoiding the taciturn medic, Machie found herself seeking him out, but failing to approach. She haunted the library in the Third Division and managed to get training injuries that required mild medical attention. Still, she hadn’t quite managed to figure out what to tell the man.
One afternoon saw Machie in Fifth’s kitchens. She didn’t have kitchen duty this week, but no one seemed to mind if she cooked as long as she cleaned up after herself. Her habit of washing any dishes in the sink in addition to anything else she used had made the feline woman a somewhat welcome presence.
Today’s recipe was banana bread. Machie had found some bananas that were well past their prime, covered with dark blotches but not yet rotten --perfect for baking. The process of combining the ingredients until she got the texture of the batter right and observing the bread as it rose in the oven was cathartic for Machie. The small, yet manageable tasks were comforting and the delicious smell wafting from the oven reminded her that she had at least one useful skill: two, if cooking and baking were counted separately.
Machie wrapped the hot loaf of banana bread carefully before wandering out of the kitchens. While she walked, the feline shinigami extended her senses, seeking out the sound of a soft breeze. It was difficult to pick up on at first, but the woman quickened her steps when she honed in on Merrick’s spiritual signature.
She found the dark haired man poring over a thick tome in the Third Division library.
Before she could lose her nerve, the dark skinned woman set the wrapped bread on the table within Merrick’s reach before retreating a step back to give him space.
She gnawed her lower lip while mulling over what to say, if she should say anything.
“You were right.”
584
