Yes. Yes, it was far too much of one side of the equation without enough of the other to balance it out. Part of the problem, also, was the anger at Shiro. The anger at Ichigo's own feelings of powerlessness. His frustration with the mundane world, with everyone around him pretending that everything was fine. Everyone, everywhere, putting so much stock in him, then conversely putting no faith at all in Ichigo's capability to cope. He had always walked the fine line between human, and something else, with one foot in two worlds, and never wholly being of any.
But none of that mattered. He wanted to...he wanted to beat his fist against that pale reflection until the damn worry was erased from it. He wasn't so weak he needed Shiro, of all people, to worry about him!
Without answering, Ichigo uncurled in a flash. His hands grabbed the hollow's wrists in a bone-grinding grip, forced them back, away from having the leverage needed to fight back. He threw his weight forward, shoving down, pressing hard, and see-sawing a knee to force his way between Shiro's legs as well.
Even his growl was distorted, and not quite human.
A growl which became silence by lips, and tongue, and teeth worrying at Shiro's. Sealing searing demands against the hollow's mouth, and demanding entrance all at the same time. Missed you, and need you, and hate you right back. You take, and take, and take, and never give back unless you want something. Well, now Ichigo wants, and without a way to articulate that want, it's raw, and visceral, and the only way he has to communicate.
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Date: 2012-01-30 08:22 am (UTC)But none of that mattered. He wanted to...he wanted to beat his fist against that pale reflection until the damn worry was erased from it. He wasn't so weak he needed Shiro, of all people, to worry about him!
Without answering, Ichigo uncurled in a flash. His hands grabbed the hollow's wrists in a bone-grinding grip, forced them back, away from having the leverage needed to fight back. He threw his weight forward, shoving down, pressing hard, and see-sawing a knee to force his way between Shiro's legs as well.
Even his growl was distorted, and not quite human.
A growl which became silence by lips, and tongue, and teeth worrying at Shiro's. Sealing searing demands against the hollow's mouth, and demanding entrance all at the same time. Missed you, and need you, and hate you right back. You take, and take, and take, and never give back unless you want something. Well, now Ichigo wants, and without a way to articulate that want, it's raw, and visceral, and the only way he has to communicate.