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Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She catches his eye immediately. Which is rare, because most women that he finds himself interested in, drawn to, are loud, are messes right down to the glitter smearing into their sweat-slicked skin. They’re everyday tragedies and he thinks it’s fucking hilarious, going up close and framing stories of what’s wrecked their little lives.

This girl, though, she is small, would barely make it past his collarbone, and she makes no noise as she stands stock-still in the middle of the crowded plaza. He can only see her back from where he stands, and his eyes follow the her spine’s inward arch, her bowed head and the flash of vulnerable white skin her short hair reveals at the base of her neck. She isn’t a spectacle, but he can feel the devastation from her clenched fists and bent back anyhow.

She looks up, her arm raising in supplication towards someone that he can’t see, before it falls to her side again. The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter.

Grimmjow smiles, and begins to walk toward her.

He can see her more clearly now, as the crowd parts to let his six feet one frame through. He’s an intimidating guy-Grimmjow gets that; it’s probably got something to do with the large scar stretching across one side of his jaw.

His grin widens at the thought.

He’s almost there, she’s maybe three feet away, when she says Yoruichi-sama! in a low, broken voice.

There’s a story there that he wants to hear.

Another few steps and she’s within reach. He reaches out and tugs on one of her ribbons. She turns, and Grimmjow can see her narrowed eyes, her snub of a nose wrinkled in ready distaste.

His grin sharp, he begins. “Hey, woman.”

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-12 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pretty. /stares

No. Seriously. Prettiness. Annie, you know something? Whenever I read something especially vivid or something with an emphasis on atmosphere, I feel these little bursts and flashes of ~feelings~ that I tend to colour code/associate with certain colours. And this? This was all watercolours. Flowing and transient and so many pretty shades of gray and blue, especially when The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter. There's something so ~graceful~ about the way you say it, wahhh. @_@

I'M PROLLY NOT EXPLAINING MYSELF VERY WELL BUT, YEAH. I can't think anything beyond, "Wah, pretty... pretty," atm. YOU PROLLY ALSO HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LIKE YOUR GRIMMJOW EITHER, BUT I DO LIKE HIM. A LOT. /dies from pretty *___*

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-12 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ahhhh, thank you Indira. ;u;


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