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Captain/Vice-Captain
Two more, this time.
4th
“‘It should be long, like her life,’” she recited, lifting a few strands of her own (very long) hair. It was a silk black cord in her palm. She presented it with a tip of her head, as though sharing a very private joke.
Isane never felt more conscious of the air on the back of her neck in her life. “…you…think so?”
“No. Very impractical, actually.” Silence, then: “It’s something my husband once said.”
“…oh,” Isane said, before it sunk in. She started: “Husband--”
“I was.” Unohana smiled, closing her eyes. “Briefly, yes.”
9th
He cut a dark line through the rushes. Soft as his steps may have been, careful as his arms may have swung, still the grasses bent about him and still one or two may have been snapped. Hisagi, feeling the ache in his scars fading with the body of the hollow he’d pinned to the riverbank, looked up.
“ ‘ey, Captain--”
Tousen Kaname’s lips parted. “You tipped your head when you said that, didn’t you. Like one side of your face is too heavy—are you alright?”
“Was going--” to ask that. Hisagi stopped. “…old injury.”
“I see.”
4th
“‘It should be long, like her life,’” she recited, lifting a few strands of her own (very long) hair. It was a silk black cord in her palm. She presented it with a tip of her head, as though sharing a very private joke.
Isane never felt more conscious of the air on the back of her neck in her life. “…you…think so?”
“No. Very impractical, actually.” Silence, then: “It’s something my husband once said.”
“…oh,” Isane said, before it sunk in. She started: “Husband--”
“I was.” Unohana smiled, closing her eyes. “Briefly, yes.”
9th
He cut a dark line through the rushes. Soft as his steps may have been, careful as his arms may have swung, still the grasses bent about him and still one or two may have been snapped. Hisagi, feeling the ache in his scars fading with the body of the hollow he’d pinned to the riverbank, looked up.
“ ‘ey, Captain--”
Tousen Kaname’s lips parted. “You tipped your head when you said that, didn’t you. Like one side of your face is too heavy—are you alright?”
“Was going--” to ask that. Hisagi stopped. “…old injury.”
“I see.”