This was the kind of rush Ggio wished he had more often. It wasn't quite like the rush he got every time he chanced punishment to go see Grimmjow; there was no undertone of fear at discovered. Just freedom, or something like it. And it was both unbelievable and exhilarating how carefree he felt with Ichigo so soon, and almost felt like the kind of fight he liked getting into. One that wasn't life or death.
And he was winning this little race! He told himself the only reason he even kept in Ichigo's sight was because Ggio didn't know exactly where they were going, and wasn't going to look like a fool now. It was worth it to see that bewildered look on the shinigami's face-
But the last time Ggio turned back to look in front of him he stopped dead in his tracks. He was so caught up in the little spontaneous contest he didn't notice how the colors started to bleed in the sky. Everything was... he didn't know. He couldn't name the colors - not quite red, so all he could say was... warm.
It wasn't hot like the sun, nor as bright, but still so... breathtaking. All the hues from rich color to deep shadow, the many distant lights of the town, the sun not blinding but almost inviting. Ggio simply had no words, and could only stare, completely awestruck. For the moment, just taking in these new colors, presented in a way he had never imagined.
He didn't know how the setting sun appeared in his eyes, alighting his amber into a deep fiery gold.
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Date: 2009-06-27 01:23 am (UTC)And he was winning this little race! He told himself the only reason he even kept in Ichigo's sight was because Ggio didn't know exactly where they were going, and wasn't going to look like a fool now. It was worth it to see that bewildered look on the shinigami's face-
But the last time Ggio turned back to look in front of him he stopped dead in his tracks. He was so caught up in the little spontaneous contest he didn't notice how the colors started to bleed in the sky. Everything was... he didn't know. He couldn't name the colors - not quite red, so all he could say was... warm.
It wasn't hot like the sun, nor as bright, but still so... breathtaking. All the hues from rich color to deep shadow, the many distant lights of the town, the sun not blinding but almost inviting. Ggio simply had no words, and could only stare, completely awestruck. For the moment, just taking in these new colors, presented in a way he had never imagined.
He didn't know how the setting sun appeared in his eyes, alighting his amber into a deep fiery gold.