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When: Evening
Rating: Err...we'll have to see where this goes?
Characters: Rosiel![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
one_of_heaven and Kuchiki Rukia x_cryptic_x
Summary: A request is made.
Log:
The night was cool and devoid of wind, an ivory coverlet of light kissing Rukia’s skin as she paced purposefully down the crooked alleys, the vestiges of buildings casting hollow shadows along her twisted path. It seemed strange; after having spent nearly seven days in Rosiel’s company, Rukia had been asked for nothing, but mere days after the eve after her return, the angel had bid of her a favor. Although she felt no obligation to concede to any of the angel’s requests, Rukia inexplicably found herself at the door of the very Cathedral she had just managed to leave, its ethereal structure reflected in the languid pool of her eyes.
Momentarily admiring the smooth texture of the door with her fingertips, the shinigami pushed through the monolithic gateway and entered the familiar surroundings, all at once, her svelte form being swallowed up by the grandeur of the décor around her. No matter how many times she’d entered the building, Rukia never tired of studying the intricate details of the place, her eyes roaming freely as she wondered down the hall toward the room Rosiel had so briefly described.
Her pace was slow, almost hesitant as she rounded another corner, lips sealed in a perfectly straight line as she fought with the thoughts, or more appropriately, lack of thoughts inside her muddled head. Why was it that she couldn’t come up with one discernable scenario in regards to this visit? Rosiel, a man she barely knew; his character was difficult to grasp, like fine wisps of wind slipping through the cracks of her fingers. She had no reason to distrust him, but it was also not in her nature, or intellect, to trust him blindly either. I suppose one could call this little meeting a matter of courtesy, if not, curiosity.
Pushing aside the velvet drape, Rukia entered the cavernous room, posture exuding confidence as she boldly strolled into the curtain of filtered light, voice breaking the stagnant air as her navy oculars focused on the thrones before her, “Rosiel?”
Rating: Err...we'll have to see where this goes?
Characters: Rosiel
one_of_heaven and Kuchiki Rukia x_cryptic_x Summary: A request is made.
Log:
The night was cool and devoid of wind, an ivory coverlet of light kissing Rukia’s skin as she paced purposefully down the crooked alleys, the vestiges of buildings casting hollow shadows along her twisted path. It seemed strange; after having spent nearly seven days in Rosiel’s company, Rukia had been asked for nothing, but mere days after the eve after her return, the angel had bid of her a favor. Although she felt no obligation to concede to any of the angel’s requests, Rukia inexplicably found herself at the door of the very Cathedral she had just managed to leave, its ethereal structure reflected in the languid pool of her eyes.
Momentarily admiring the smooth texture of the door with her fingertips, the shinigami pushed through the monolithic gateway and entered the familiar surroundings, all at once, her svelte form being swallowed up by the grandeur of the décor around her. No matter how many times she’d entered the building, Rukia never tired of studying the intricate details of the place, her eyes roaming freely as she wondered down the hall toward the room Rosiel had so briefly described.
Her pace was slow, almost hesitant as she rounded another corner, lips sealed in a perfectly straight line as she fought with the thoughts, or more appropriately, lack of thoughts inside her muddled head. Why was it that she couldn’t come up with one discernable scenario in regards to this visit? Rosiel, a man she barely knew; his character was difficult to grasp, like fine wisps of wind slipping through the cracks of her fingers. She had no reason to distrust him, but it was also not in her nature, or intellect, to trust him blindly either. I suppose one could call this little meeting a matter of courtesy, if not, curiosity.
Pushing aside the velvet drape, Rukia entered the cavernous room, posture exuding confidence as she boldly strolled into the curtain of filtered light, voice breaking the stagnant air as her navy oculars focused on the thrones before her, “Rosiel?”