3. My Apologies
Pairing: GinRangiku
Ancient poets would describe you in the same fervid manner as they do of universal beauties. You're a goddess clad in night colored fabric, and its loose, vast sleeves billow around the delicate space between your elbow and wrist.
That ample figure of yours, shaped by swerving lines, spills sensuality through the plunging neckline of your robe. Your face basks in the radiance of your hair—sunrise splashed tendrils pouring down like rays. And then your eyes—how to describe your eyes? As vain an effort as numbering all the stars. One ends up awe-inspired and breathless, but without success.
Yes, that's what the poets would say.
And I'm no poet.
No long winded verses or romantic lines from me. Just vague phrases. Maybe a gaze—beneath eyelids shut four fifths of the way.
You rested that cold blade against my neck. Encircled my wrist with your warm fingers. Then, I couldn't offer anything but that angular smile. Then, I had left and did not—could not—tell you where to.
I really did wish you could have held me just a little longer.
Still can't tell you my reasons now. Not yet.
The much needed explanations will come someday. Until then, bear with me.
And forgive me.
End Chapter
AN: I admit I'm not an expert on Gin and Rangiku. I tried my best to control the mischaracterization...but a little is inevitable from me.
---12/17/05