Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
No Flowers This Time
Prompt: "We all wear marks and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin." - Andre Berthiaume
Before, the marks she left had been those of life. Bright, beautiful things with varicolored petals, scented and perfect as her face in his hands. A shame that, with her passing, the duty of caring for such a stirring sight was set about to a groundskeeper. But he won't complain.
These new ones aren't quite so invisible as those sweet words of hers had been, the intangible pitch of her voice that could send him spinning in awe, trapped in the dazzle of her gaze.
This woman, moonlit eyes the color of warmth, leaves them behind as well. They're unseen by the rest of the world, but he can see them resting atop his skin, even in places where they're not. Where they are is hidden, secret from all who see him. To them, he is an elite, the most upstanding man the clan has seen in decades. They'd never imagine that he's embraced the forbidden again; that he's cast the law into the ravine.
She doesn't bring him flowers and stories. Her gifts are much more permanent.