savior_n_black | In My Nothing; You were everything to me || For abaxrpg, NSFW BOY LOVE WITHIN! (Reply)

It was difficult for Ichigo's internal clock to adjust without the sun rising, and setting to mark the borders between each day. Ichigo didn't mind too much, though, because he was happy for the quiet settled in the little 'nest' of blankets the converted sleeping alcove offered during mid-afternoon. Rukia was closeted with her sister, and adoptive brother ( brother-in-law? ) getting them caught up on what had happened in the year's ( or week's, it's hard to keep proper track with a time, or universe paradox around ever corner ) events leading up to their abrupt arrival in the city of Abax.

After the moment of complete emotional overwhelm, Ichigo had used the minute, or two it took to dress himself to gather the wits. Wits that seeing Shiro, again, had effectively scattered, even to the point that Ichigo's inherent stubborn resolve to hide all of his more intense emotions was thrown out the window the moment he felt those familiar claws pricking his shoulders. Shiro, though...well, he was so out of sorts that once the hollow had dressed himself, Shiro barely put up more than token arguments against Ichigo carrying Shiro piggy-back style all the way to the shop.

That's where they were, now. Shiro was curled up with Ichigo next to him, and both had gained another warm comforter at some point while they slept. But, now Ichigo was awake, and though painfully aware of the risk of starling Shiro...he just could not help it. He couldn't help reaching out to let a lock of that soft, white hair slither through three of his fingers like strands of spun moonlight.

Fuck, but I was such an idiot.

I've missed you....so much...

And both statements were further illustrated by the fact that Ichigo still 'talked to himself' within his own mind ( too used to Shiro 'taking back' to stop ) and the uncensored addendum to the first thought. Idly, he let the lock of white hair fan between his fingers, and though Ichigo could feel that raw, burning, urge-- no. The need to wrap his arms around Shiro, and hold on tight, he also knew the hollow was upset with Ichigo.

Not, you know, that Shiro didn't have a right to be, but still.