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→ Log; Ongoing
When; January 21st, evening.
Rating; G/PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juicebox_woes] & Kuchiki Hisana [be_coming]
Summary; Wherein there is a Kuchiki!reunion.
Log;
If there was a rulebook on the proper etiquette to greeting a twice-deserted sister (the second time being an unintentional death), Hisana would have gladly sacrificed another life for it.
This particular reunion had never been far from her mind. She remembered spending hours of several days mulling over every nuance of action. Perhaps she would smile – just as she had been taught years ago – something soft, polite, demure. A cant of her head would follow, then a sigh, and all the while, her sister's name would be on her lips. They would laugh together, rejoice, brew tea, and do whatever it was that sisters did. It was, essentially, the ideal situation, and it was far more appropriate than taking Rukia by the shoulders and clinging onto her as though either one of them would fall through the ground. Or so, she imagined, the supposed rulebook on proper etiquette would say.
To her knowledge, such a book had never been written, and the chance that she would come into possession of one in the ten seconds before she knocked on the door was slim enough. ...which left her standing still and silent before a shut door.
Building five, apartment fifteen.
Never before had a set of numbers sounded so emotionally daunting. There was one exception, of course; but that number belonged to a room, and that room to a man, and that man just happened to be the husband she had not seen in little over fifty years.
But one person at a time.
Idly smoothing the front of her kimono, she took a moment to steel her nerves, then raised her other hand, finally, and knocked.
Rating; G/PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia [
juicebox_woes] & Kuchiki Hisana [be_coming]Summary; Wherein there is a Kuchiki!reunion.
Log;
If there was a rulebook on the proper etiquette to greeting a twice-deserted sister (the second time being an unintentional death), Hisana would have gladly sacrificed another life for it.
This particular reunion had never been far from her mind. She remembered spending hours of several days mulling over every nuance of action. Perhaps she would smile – just as she had been taught years ago – something soft, polite, demure. A cant of her head would follow, then a sigh, and all the while, her sister's name would be on her lips. They would laugh together, rejoice, brew tea, and do whatever it was that sisters did. It was, essentially, the ideal situation, and it was far more appropriate than taking Rukia by the shoulders and clinging onto her as though either one of them would fall through the ground. Or so, she imagined, the supposed rulebook on proper etiquette would say.
To her knowledge, such a book had never been written, and the chance that she would come into possession of one in the ten seconds before she knocked on the door was slim enough. ...which left her standing still and silent before a shut door.
Building five, apartment fifteen.
Never before had a set of numbers sounded so emotionally daunting. There was one exception, of course; but that number belonged to a room, and that room to a man, and that man just happened to be the husband she had not seen in little over fifty years.
But one person at a time.
Idly smoothing the front of her kimono, she took a moment to steel her nerves, then raised her other hand, finally, and knocked.