[It was bitter. He'd signed that damn thing to make sure Zangetsu was going to be alright, and now...
And now he's back in what passes for a 'real world' in some stupid magical circus, beneath the boughs of what seemed to be an ancient tree. For a moment he picks at the cloth wrapping the blade resting against his legs, brow furrowed. And then the sword is set to one side.
In his inner world, the first drops of rain splash against cold steel and glass, and the maifestation of Ichigo's other unused powerset turns his gaze skyward, a frown slowly crossing his face. Rain. He hated the rain.]
Every time I think perhaps the weather is going to change...
no subject
And now he's back in what passes for a 'real world' in some stupid magical circus, beneath the boughs of what seemed to be an ancient tree. For a moment he picks at the cloth wrapping the blade resting against his legs, brow furrowed. And then the sword is set to one side.
In his inner world, the first drops of rain splash against cold steel and glass, and the maifestation of Ichigo's other unused powerset turns his gaze skyward, a frown slowly crossing his face. Rain. He hated the rain.]
Every time I think perhaps the weather is going to change...