Oberon and Titania from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'
Toushiro x Matsumoto
Callous
"And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original."
When they fought, it was unpleasant for all.
Rangiku's anger was a short, sharp flare, whereas Toushiro's was the long heavy burn of ire that lasted for days when hers only last for moments at a time. He had a bad humour where being annoyed was concerned, and she was almost vindictive at times, biting. She always moaned, too, and could be petulant when she did not get her way, but he was forever finding faults with what she did, and his droning lectures were tedious when she was not in the right mood. He was painfully irritable, to the point of making Rangiku sulk at his mood swings, and he could be cruel when caught in the wrong mood, his voice cold and his words cutting. She would pull a face at his back, always petty, and whine about his stinginess with love behind his back.
They fought; their worlds rocked like a unified boat on the turbulent sea of their own relationship.
The water calmed; they settled.
They always made up.
Because she was always loving whilst his eyes looked at her in a way that made her flush a bright red. He always held her when she needed it, even if he did protest under his breath whilst doing it, and he knew that if ever he were to need her shoulder, it would be there. They could be as could be as callous as each other, but they could be heart-wrenchingly kind, as well.
He scowled as she kissed him, letting it smooth away as her hands tangled in his hair.
They always forgave.