#earthseveringwind

is that how it works. Todo is good at absorbing emotions but does it work better with a larger dog

This is a very good question and in order t’ do research I will need to thoroughly hug both dogs multiple times.

What does petting a dog have to do with it, but yes?? to all?

Oh? Me too.

meme // accepting

““I had a nightmare,” She says with a very serious nod.” - House of Leaves, page 68.

Shuuhei’s woken up almost immediately by the muffled sound of pain. He’s a light enough sleeper, and the nature of the noise has him wide-awake. He’s out of bed in a second, skipping shoes in favor of Kazeshini before slipping out his room and into the hall.

It’s coming from their office. The light is out, but he can tell there’s still a candle flickering in there, casting shadows onto the wall. He creeps forward, unsure if there’s a struggle, if he needs to be quiet.

There’s no struggle. There’s not even anyone in there, except-- his eyes land on Kensei, curled over his desk, clearly asleep. There’s a mess of papers on the desk, on the floor. He’d managed to knock over his ink, and it drips down the side of his desk to a slowly-growing stain on the floor.

Kensei makes a pitiful noise of distress, and Shuuhei balks. This... this isn’t something he knew how to deal with. Maybe with Izuru, or Rangiku, or even Renji. But a Captain-- his Captain--

Kensei makes another noise, a little louder this time, and Shuuhei glances into the hallway before carefully closing the door. He would have to deal with this. It wouldn’t do to embarrass Kensei that much more by having someone else privy to his nightmare. He steps forward, carefully. “Taicho?” He says, his voice sounding too loud in the otherwise silent room. Kensei doesn’t wake up-- just buries his head further in his arms. Shuuhei clears his throat. “Taicho.” He repeats.

“--Shiro.” Kensei gives a muffled cry, and Shuuhei freezes. He shouldn’t be doing this. He doesn’t want to be the one dealing with this. He takes a breath. This is his job. 

“Muguruma-taicho, wake up.” He says, daring to be a little louder. Nothing. He swallows, steadies himself before reaching out to lightly touch his Captain on his shoulder.

It happens frighteningly quickly. One moment, Kensei’s sleeping on the desk, and then he’s jerking awake with wild eyes, a hand darting out to smack Shuuhei away from him. It must be a little harder than intended, or Kensei’s aim was off, because Shuuhei finds himself on the floor with an aching jaw. It makes sense, he thinks dazedly. Sometimes people lash out after nightmares. He should have been more careful. 

“...Hisagi?” Kensei sounds almost frightened, and Shuuhei feels terrible. 

“Sorry.” Shuuhei says immediately, his eyes distantly focused on the candle sputtering across the room. He doesn’t know why this bothers him this much. It’s not like Kensei knew what he was doing. It’s not like-- well. It’s not like that. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“I heard a noise.” His jaw is throbbing, but he climbs to his feel and avoids looking at his Captain. “I’ll go.” He thinks he sees Kensei nod out of his peripheral vision, but he doesn’t bother to check. Kensei’s probably embarrassed. He was woken up out of a nightmare, and hit his subordinate in fear. Shuuhei would be ashamed too, so he steps out as quickly as he can without running in order to give him some privacy. To let him collect himself.

send ❣ and i will make an 8 song playlist for our muses

1. Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor- Arctic Monkeys 

2. Attitude City- Ninja Sex Party 

3. Dirty Little Secret- All American Rejects

4. A Warrior’s Call- Volbeat

6. Wolf- First Aid Kit

7. Wrestler- Does It Offend You, Yeah?

“They didn’t even let me bring my magazine int’ the captains’ meeting.”

Truly, there is no rest for the wicked. Not that you could even tell if Lisa was actually upset or not, given her usual perfect deadpan.

meme // accepting

“There’s an article about a new building…” He murmurs, glancing up at Kensei to look for his approval. Shuuhei’s sitting at the foot of his bed, trying not to breathe too hard in order to avoid disturbing the two broken ribs on his right side. Kensei’s not in much better shape– one of his legs is broken, and his arm is wrapped up in a splint. On the bright side, Shuuhei’s concussion is healing up, so he can read again. (Although if Unohana catches him out of bed, he’ll get hell for it.) He flips through the Communications. Since they’re bedridden for a few days, their main source of entertainment comes from whatever Mashiro brings by– this time, a fresh copy of the Communications. Kensei doesn’t like reading, so it falls to Shuuhei to read the articles aloud. 

“There’s– I wrote an article. About the flower viewing festival.” He looks up at Kensei, more apprehensive this time. He doesn’t want to make Kensei read his article, but his thoughts and feedback are important to him. 

“Go ahead.”

Shuuhei bites back a ‘really?’, but he doesn’t quite manage to hide his small smile as he looks back down at the magazine and starts reading the article aloud. It’s one of the ones he’s prouder off. He tried to focus more on capturing the atmosphere of the evening– hanami doesn’t really lend itself to investigative reporting. As he reads it, he finds himself picking out places where he doesn’t like the word choice or the structure. (His self-criticalness is that much worse when Kensei is listening.) 

“…The glow of the lanterns may have disappeared, but the heady smell of blossoms clung to the world around me, serving as a small reminder of the sweetness of spring to come.” He finishes reading. His final words hang between them in silence until he can’t stand it anymore. “Taicho?” He asks. When he looks up, Kensei is fast asleep, his head lolled back on the pillow. A small, disappointed smile flicks across Shuuhei’s face. It makes sense. Kensei’s on pretty heavy painkillers. He was up late last night talking to Mashiro. Shuuhei shrugs, struggles to his feet. Winces at the pain in his torso. He drops the copy of the Communications onto his mattress and gingerly climbs into bed. 

chin up, kid.

   Her first reaction was to whip her head to the speaker and give a heated glare, she really wasn’t in the mood for-- Oh. Oh dear.