Oct. 3rd, 2008
My Birthday
Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:35 pmHm... I think I like being middle-aged. I had a really great day on my birthday and a good day after, too...
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My Birthday
Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:35 pmHm... I think I like being middle-aged. I had a really great day on my birthday and a good day after, too...
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Drabble: What Time Might Take
Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:48 pmTitle: What Time Might Take
Requester:
chuchacz
Series: Bleach
Topic: Byakuya/Renji "Autumn"
Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.
He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.
His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.
Requester:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Series: Bleach
Topic: Byakuya/Renji "Autumn"
Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.
He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.
His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.
Drabble: What Time Might Take
Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:48 pmTitle: What Time Might Take
Requester:
chuchacz
Series: Bleach
Topic: Byakuya/Renji "Autumn"
Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.
He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.
His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.
Requester:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Series: Bleach
Topic: Byakuya/Renji "Autumn"
Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.
He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.
His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.