rukia’s reiatsu is the summer wind. it’s the curve of his mother’s smile, frozen forever in time atop the faded polaroid in his pocket.

"this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen," you think.

she says you name as if she's been saying it for lifeteimes.

"i would die for you, you know."

may 21 2016 ∞
oct 19 2017 +