Characters: Byakuya, Hisana
Summary: He thinks he could be swimming in a whispering sea, one that would take him to the lands time forgot.
Pairings: ByaHisa
Warnings/Spoilers: spoilers for Soul Society arc
Timeline: No timeline needed
Author's Note: Ah, the beauty of ByaHisa. Hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
The night is sometimes kinder to him than other nights. Night can make him think she is still with him. Sometimes this is cruel, and at other times it is the sort of boon that Byakuya can only pray he will have.
The scent of her hair fills his nostrils again, and Byakuya thinks he could be swimming in a whispering sea.
One that will never stop flowing. One that will take him far away from here, to the lands time forgot.
Sometimes, Byakuya wonders if time is making him forget certain aspects of Hisana and attributing others to her that she didn't have. The thought terrifies him, horrifies him, fills him with the sort of dread that comes only with the settling of another's death on his bones. Like winter is falling on his shoulders, even though the sun outside is bright with the height of summer's glory.
But he knows he never will.
Even though Byakuya is afraid he might forget Hisana, he knows he never will. The imprint of memory, of her in his arms and her name on his lips, spoken reverently like a prayer, will never die.
His memory of Hisana will live on, long after her body has become dust.
Byakuya can remember.
He can remember everything. The pale alabaster perfection of her skin where the calluses don't touch. The shine of her blue-black hair, so dark that the light shines off it and glistens as though she's under water, submerged beneath memory. To the way her beautiful violet eyes sparkle and the rich purple silks she wore would bring out the color and make it seem even more vibrant. She had cheeks like wilting flowers, the color still in bloom but fading, but Byakuya never cared.
He remembers, so well that his heart burns and his skin begins to ache, the way she said his name. There were no words that could describe the way her saying his name made him feel. Byakuya wishes he could hear it, one more time.
And he can recall those nights, the hours spilling away into vain, elapsed time. Together with her, nothing seemed to matter anymore; Byakuya watched reality slip from his hands like sand and he didn't care, because he had Hisana. To have and to hold, her bare, cool skin against his, their eyes drinking of each other.
He will never forget.
And he only wishes he could have her again.
To have and to hold, and to never let go, as the seas carry them off to lands time—and Death—forgot.
