Snowdrops: (Ukitake/Staark/Kyouraku):
Stark eyed the tiny flower that lifted its bowed head above the snow, the tips of its thin spear shaped leaves poking up around it and he smiled. He settled himself on one knee, getting closer even as the cold snow that melted under his body heat chilled his skin. He reached out one tentative finger to lightly brush the pale white flower head, feeling the soft, downy texture under a rough fingertip.
"It's a snowdrop."
Staark had felt Ukitake and Kyouraku come up behind him, but didn't feel the need to rise. When Kyouraku settled in a crouch beside him, large hands gently reaching out and one lone finger tipping the tiny white blossom so that he could see the inside dappled with tiny yellow green spots.
"She is the first blossom to show in the spring, though she is a very tender flower, she is also the bravest – showing her pale blooms before any other."
Starrk turned to look at his lover, a small smile curling his lip at his serious expression but gentle language. Starrk's voice was low and smooth, just as serious as Shunsui's, "She reminds me of someone."
He turned his head to look at Jyuushiro, who had stood quietly behind them. He watched his other lover blink wide brown eyes, before a warm expression crossed his face.
"Why is that love?" Jyuushiro's voice was soft and mellow, a tender caress across chilled skin.
Stark stood and stepped closer to Jyuushiro. He didn't touch him at all but sensed the delicate prickle of their reiatsu brushing together, before he reached out, catching and stroking fine, pale white hairs between his fingers. Not sure how to voice his words when Shunsui spoke.
"Because love, you are as pale as a snowdrop, as brave and strong as her show of delicate blooms in the harsh cold of winter and as vibrant inside as her hidden heart."
Starrk watched Shunsui step closer, hand cupping Jyuushiro's elbow as his own fingers continued to pet the silky strands, a tender smile and soft flush lit Jyuushiro's cheeks and Starrk murmured quietly, "Just so."
