Character: Hitsugaya.
Prompt: White.
Hitsugaya likes the cool white world that Hyourinmaru shows him sometimes, likes lying there with his arms making angel's wings in the snow around him.

Not that he wants to admit this. It's such a peaceful world, too peaceful--it makes him feel like he's slacking off. He has work to deal with outside his head, investigations and papers.

The papers are white because he hasn't written on them yet. It's an accusing white. But here, in the land of snow, the white only means that the world is pure. He can sculpt it if he wants to, but he doesn't have to.

Still--

Hyourinmaru moves at the edge of his vision, and Hitsugaya suddenly reaches down, balls up a handful of snow, and flings it at the ice dragon, smiling. Almost laughing. He could stay here all day. He could play.

He quashes the smile. He has work to do.