The fic (a drabble! or as close to one as I've ever got!) came out of the only picture of Hisana we ever see. The way it was drawn, and something about the very picture itself sort of... bothered me. Though not necessarily in a bad way :)
R&R, please.
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During her brief possession of the title, several portraits were commissioned for the lady of the Kuchiki House. Artfully sketched, serene and pastelled, they showed an ephemeral beauty, poise and grace.
Byakuya had them cast away the day the 4th Division gave up hope of ever curing that which ailed her.
There is a single portrait left, requested towards the end. In it, her eyes are pained, her smile is barely there, but she holds on to it as steadily as she had held his hand under the painter's gaze. Her hair and clothes, achingly plain, make her seem tangible and real, though never real enough.
It is a perfect memory. It is painful to look at. He does so daily, drinking in flowers, smiles and could-have-beens.