Pairing: Gin/Rangiku.
Prompt: Insensate.
There were days, long ago, when Rangiku would follow him around.

(She's better now.)

She'd lean on a railing and watch him train, and curiosity would grip her like a passion. She wouldn't so much long as she would wonder. She wouldn't yearn to taste him--she would think, Would he taste like apples?

(Now she can stand in the divisions with him at meetings and feel nothing, as if all her curiosity has been paced out of her, leaving her empty, insensate.)

(Mostly.)

(Sometimes.)