@esajori.
𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, these towering buildings that scrape the sky and eclipse the sun are, ironically, all she has left to cling to. they are impassive, reflections in the glass as emotionless as the ties to them and the land they stand on, but they mean wealth and fortune, enough so that the blood of legions have been spilled time and time again over territories, over objects, that shouldn’t mean anything.
rangiku has lost enough in this wretched city of metal skeletons and cracked concrete where even weeds struggle to thrive. she has lost her beloved, her best friend, and the remains of his empire rest in her trembling hands that don’t yet know how to fight to keep it all from crumbling down in a pile of rubble and ash around her feet. ruthless as she could be, as strong and capable as she is, she doesn’t know how to manage all of this alone. it was not her stake to claim, and yet she finds it in her hands with the broken masses staring at her, clinging to her. it is her family, now. she never wanted to lead them, that had been his job, but he is gone now. and now, slowly, little by little and day by day, she finds faces that don’t belong to her upon lands that were once her own, the faces of dead men once loyal to her, the faces of family who have turned their backs on her.
she blinks in her brooding silence. daylight fades from her eyes, and with it went the glow of radiance and its warmth. it’s a flickering, dying flame that howling winds threaten to snuff out, but these winds are just a gentle breeze and the flame is weak without heart. sitting up, she forces a smile to rest over her lips. her brooding lasted only a fraction of a second, but beneath an observant eye, it is a thousand years. a fingertip runs along the edge of her cup, plastic and clear and stained with the rouge of her lips. her eyes flicker up, meeting the gaze of eyes so steely and cold as the buildings of the city ; they carry the same depth that shatters her in awe and renders her breathless in wonder.
“ you seem really capable. my business ventures are . . . struggling, lately. crazy world, huh ? we live in a shark tank. i think just one little poke and they’ll start to frenzy. ” wearing a brighter smile, rangiku laughs and sighs, tucking a lock of her honey - gold hair behind an ear. “ modeling and acting ventures, i mean. i’m trying to start my own company. ” an easy lie, but not one without its grain of truth. she is something of a self - made model.











