[50 Scenes] [Hinamori Momo] Nocturnal
Oct. 1st, 2009 08:42 pmTitle: Nocturnall
Author:
davyn.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Hinamori Momo
Prompt: 06 - Nocturnal
Word Count: 167
Rating: PG
Summary:Interesting things happen in the moonlight.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or any of its characters.
Momo stared up at the man in front of her and trembled. She wasn’t afraid but she couldn’t quite explain the way her stomach twisted and her knees threatened to give out under her. She hadn’t expected to have him materialize in front of her any time soon… not after she had….
When he smiled, eyes glinting in the moonlight she closed hers just in case she was dreaming. She had come so far and lost so much, but he was there standing in front of her like he had been waiting for this moment.
And maybe he had.
“Tobiume…” she breathed. The wind brushed against his face and what felt like soft petals danced against her skin and she opened her eyes again. He was gone. She tightened her grip on her sword and glanced at the full moon.
“Thank you,” she told it, fingers sliding over the hilt of her sword, thumb moving to brush over the flowers there – a time honored tradition. “Thank you.”
Author:
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Hinamori Momo
Prompt: 06 - Nocturnal
Word Count: 167
Rating: PG
Summary:Interesting things happen in the moonlight.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or any of its characters.
Momo stared up at the man in front of her and trembled. She wasn’t afraid but she couldn’t quite explain the way her stomach twisted and her knees threatened to give out under her. She hadn’t expected to have him materialize in front of her any time soon… not after she had….
When he smiled, eyes glinting in the moonlight she closed hers just in case she was dreaming. She had come so far and lost so much, but he was there standing in front of her like he had been waiting for this moment.
And maybe he had.
“Tobiume…” she breathed. The wind brushed against his face and what felt like soft petals danced against her skin and she opened her eyes again. He was gone. She tightened her grip on her sword and glanced at the full moon.
“Thank you,” she told it, fingers sliding over the hilt of her sword, thumb moving to brush over the flowers there – a time honored tradition. “Thank you.”
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