Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Just know that when you hear me scream sometimes
I'm trying to rid the poison from my mind
The Spill Canvas
Hichigo x Rukia
Pull
When she dreamt of Ichigo, it was sweet and comfortable, but the heat came from her nightmares, when she writhed and screamed under the phantom touches of an Ichigo whose hair was white, whose hands were pitiless, and whose eyes were always shadowed and unreadable. But there was something about those nightmares that kept pulling her back, as if there were some memory, some fixation deep in her subconscious that had wired itself to the thought of embraces that were annihilation.
And it kept pulling her mind back to him, though she tried not to, because every time she fantasized of his mouth on her, his body pressed against hers, she felt more corrupted, more wrong, more sinful.
All the more amazing.
His tongue was hot and cruel, and though he would look like Ichigo if you were colour-blind she was not, and she could not forget that if ever she were to come across him in reality, he would pull her to pieces without a second thought.
Perhaps that, in its strange, abhorrent way, was part of the attraction.
She closed her eyes, and thought of creature she could never touch with tenderness.
She dreamt of white; she screamed.