Smoke seeps past his lips, Uruha leaning back into the seat of the private lounge he has taken Rangiku to. There's a somber look in his eyes where they linger on the drifting smoke; " --- I had a sister once, she ached to become so beautiful that she would be untouchable. Every now and then I see her in you and I can't tell if it makes me happy, or if it saddens me." Picking up a cup of sake, he eyes the woman. "A little bit of both, I guess, since both of you amaze me in different ways."
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Background fades away, white noise as she lets out a quiet exhale through her nostrils. Pretense colors his words and she aches for him. Losing a sibling, especially one he seemed he’d been close to, was perhaps the worst feeling in the world. When she had thought she lost Rennie, she was beside herself with grief and rage. Even with years passing, it hadn’t gotten manageable. But she was in a better place now after an unexpected reunion. ❝ 🌻— It’s okay to feel both emotions in tandem, Uruha-san. ❞
This is the first small slice of him she’s getting but Rangiku doesn’t dare pry for more. But since they’re on the subject, she wants to know more about his sister. She’d never been compared to someone’s sibling before. Other than by her own brother, but that’s beside the point. ❝ 🌻—If your sister was as beautiful as you are, she would’ve been untouchable regardless. You hold this regal air about you and I imagine that she had as well. ❞ She pauses, lifting cup of warm sake to her mouth and taking a long drink before blinking and looking down into the ceramic cup. ❝ 🌻— You miss her, don’ you? Were the two of you close? ❞ Truthfully, she’d like to believe they were. As for her amazing him, the ginger wasn’t even going to touch that comment with a ten foot pole. Why? She wasn’t entirely sure yet, but it was amusing to think about nonetheless. She was just her, as flawed as that was.
❝ 🌻— Y’know I like to tell myself that my zest for life came to me when I was born and I suppose that’s true. I was a wild child and was always in the mood for adventure. But it became more than that when I lost my parents. ❞ Pad of her finger slid along the rim of her cup, slight curve to her lips. ❝ 🌻— Even in the time I’ve been alive, I realized life itself is not meant to wallow in sadness, even if it’s all consuming. We remember bad memories because they’re easiest, but I force myself to remember good memories because everyone we lose would want us to remember them being their best.❞ And sometimes their best was simply a small smile or a time when they achieved things like making a friend or creating a silly drawing. ❝ 🌻— Can you say you’ve truly lived if you haven’t made happy memories before you too have to be remembered?❞
