notes: written for the drabbles100 community on livejournal (prompts also taken from there), these 100 drabbles center around our favourite thirteen squads of soul society and its members. every drabble will hopefully be exactly 100 words, but we'll see. :)
additional: title taken from the hollow men, by t. s. eliot.
disclaimer: k-troll owns bleach, i own nothing.
prompt: 054. air
characters: rangiku, gin
genre: angst, general
word count: 100
with a whimper
Her movements were quick as light, quick as time – she began and ended and began again as swiftly as moments do.
Stardust and blood (his) scattered around her, swept away with the wind's own unmerciful hand.
He provokes her, tempting, heat licking at her soles. They twist and turn the dance of Death.
But wind calms, dissipating, becoming nothing more than a gentle breeze. Eventually even fire simmers and leaves nothing but ashes of a late bloom.
With chrysanthemums wilted, heart broken, she returns to the battlefield once more.
She was the wind, and the wind didn't stop for anybody.
04/06/09
