Characters: Ishida, Orihime (in spirit)
Summary: It's nice to have pleasant dreams.
Pairings: IshiHime
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Timeline: None needed
Author's Note: Just a really short drabble, nothing more. There's not a whole lot of substance here; it's just something I wanted to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Sometimes, dreaming or lying awake at night, he finds himself thinking of her.
—It's a thought upon a dream, not quite fully conceived yet, but getting there, just waiting for a spark.—
Without his glasses, Ishida's eyesight is significantly diminished, to the extent that when he lies on his back and stares up at the plaster ceiling he sees only a blur slightly lighter than the shadows on the wall. The sounds of the inner city filter in through his open door, sounds of cars cutting swathes through puddles and journeyers coming back home late at night turning to misty haze, and falls away.
He remembers, he dreams, he reminisces.
A flash of copper hair, the sparkle of soft brown eyes. A bright, musical laugh, a kind, ever-ready smile.
Heart beating so slowly as to nearly be still, Ishida smiles slowly. He doesn't need his glasses to see clearly.
It's nice to have pleasant dreams, for once.