Hey, all; this is a peace offering to my muse, who might soon kill me in my sleep for all the hanging projects on my laptop. Speaking of appeasing the spirits... anyone interesting in beta-ing? [Probably not a verb...which is why I need help]. Reviews are always appreciated.
Come Clean
For once, Byakuya had said what he felt, when he felt it.
The results were both mundane and epochal, in retrospect.
Byakuya learned to tolerate the smell of sake.
Legible writing, Renji found, took longer to produce.
Sparring became routine rather than a last-ditch stopgap against a nervous breakdown and an expletive laden tirade, respectively.
The stained and tattered windflower silk scarf came back into use, though not in public, nor [usually] during the day.
Renji still overslept, but he was no longer alone in doing so.
As the initial results were acceptable, Byakuya considered confessing more often.