Me: So...I finally wrote a Bleach fic, after obsessing and stressing over it.
Grimmjow: Grimmhime for the win!
Me: Oh my fucking god, it's a dinosaur, holy shit. What the fuck?
Grimmjow: Just Review!
Me: So the plan is that it's gonna be based on the seven deadly sins. The darker, the merrier. Yay! This one is Rage. The next one is I think Lust.
I covet you. I watch you from afar, glancing in the distant memories. I covet you. I visit you and listen to your thoughts. I lust after you. I covet you.
He watched as she arranged strange plants with petals in a glass vase. The plants were called flowers or calla lilies as she described them.
"What are those?" He pointed vaguely at the green-stemmed plant. It had a strange upper body. It was shaped like a very thin bell turned upside down. The soft petal was white, and it had yellow fuzz sticking out.
"Flowers," She answered equally as vague, running her fingers through the bouquet. She didn't turn to him as she replied to his question.
"Flowers…?" He stepped closer to her, watching her carefully as her skillful hands worked to arrange and rearrange. Her hands were very delicate, delicate enough to break with a twist of his fingers.
"Calla lilies, to be exact." She worked on.
His gaze fell to the places in her hands where the bone didn't heal quite right.
"You're still here, She didn't mean it to be a question. It was a statement.
"Yes," He meant it as a question.
One of the lilies' long stems got stuck in the forest of shoots. She could not get it free. She tugged at it, but it didn't work.
So he grabbed the flower's stem himself and pulled it out with a single pull and handed it to her.
"There." It was all he said.
"Thank you." She rolled the flower over in her hands.
The silence was quickly filled when the girl returned to her arrangements.
He looked at his feet, and then he looked down at her. She was only 5'1". He towered over her at 6'2". He rested his hand on her shoulder, only to have her flinch at his touch.
She turned her head towards him, finally looking directly at her. Her steel grey bore into his cerulean.
"I," He cleared his throat and started again. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what I did."
He didn't mean to. She was just in the way.
When she reached up to stroke his chin, he simply lost it.
It had resulted in screaming, mainly on her part, and lots of yelling. Her gentle fingers had been broken to a complete fracture.
He really didn't mean it.
He didn't mean it at all.
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