SarannWinchester

  Keys jingled on the other side of the door before the door opened and a tired, blue haired woman entered the home, took off her shoes and sat down on the sofa. A sigh passed through her lips as she felt an almost unbearable achy feeling on the palms of her feet. Who knew being a librarian requires so much work. She closed her azure eyes for a moment, taking in the silence of the room. This was when her older brother, Ukitake, left his room to welcome her home. “Ah, welcome home Sayuri.” He said his appearance rather sickly as he grinned weakly at her. Sayuri quickly stood up and looked at him, before she walked towards him. &

Bitter Tea ++ A sad moment with Sayuri and Aizen ++ Ukitake Sayuri kneeled in front of her small desk, practicing her calligraphy. Her strokes were careful and methodic, and the end result was very satisfying to her. However, as she held the scroll in front of her, admiring her work at first, her small smile fell into a sad expression. Placing the paper back onto the desk, she quietly put her things away and just remained still. It was late, and she would normally be getting ready to go to sleep, but…she couldn't. There were so many restless nights, so many days where she just paused and wondered. She hated it most when her thoughts

    “___, help me wash my hair,” Galahad’s deep voice called.    “No way!”    “Come on, why not? It’s so hot and my scalp is killing me.”    “Then next time, don’t have it dreadlocks.”    “Eh? I thought you loved my dreads. You’ve been lying to me since we started dating?” The petulant tone his voice had taken made you turn away from what you’re working on with a sigh. He stood in the doorway; mouth stretched in a cheeky grin. Realizing he was poking fun, you gave an answering smile and said.    “Well, I would but you get so frisky that

Marco closed the body bag in one long, deft zip, hauling it onto the small pile of covered corpses. He rose, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. “That’s the last of them,” he sighed. “Ready to get going, Galahad?” No reply. Marco turned. “Galahad?” Galahad was standing off to the side, holding his cell phone to his ear, speaking softly into the receiver. A few seconds later he shut the phone, apparently ending a call. He was frowning, his eyes clouded with worry. “Everything all right?” Marco asked, his voice edged with concern. “I’ve called ___ twice now, but th

You stood by the passage to the gym, trembling as you waited. You told him to meet you there in a note. You didn’t even know if he read it or if it just ended up in the trash. Your friends told you that the past three girls that confessed to him had been turned down, each of them getting the same rejection. He liked somebody else. It was that fated day of the year where girls proclaimed their affections with an offering of chocolate. Chances were he had already received at least a few boxes, you just hoped he wouldn’t completely shoot you down. Your decision seemed like a stupid one. Instead of chocolate you opted for something di

The weak light of the morning pierced through the curtain, reminding you the night was officially over. The rain was pattering against the window in the background but you were pleasantly buzzed and relaxed with the endorphins of the nights bedroom activities. You moan into the plump pillow, stretching your limbs before finally rolling to face your lover. "Morning." Ukai's voice is deep and sensual, his tousled hair fell in disarray over his forehead and his dark chocolate eyes gleamed with a mix of emotions you couldn't place. So instead of wracking your brain over it, you tugged him forward and kissed his carved lips. His rough stubble con