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Illustration for my writing. Spoiler below becaue I'm illustating this in the wrong order, but, what the hell, the picture goes with this scene:

“I should have come for you sooner.”
“Come for me!” She laughed bitterly, pulled the kimono over her shoulders and started walking, again, in the direction of his home: “I did not expect anything from you. You owe me nothing and I am grateful for your kindness, but this – this” – She stopped and plucked at the kimono: “This is a fairytale! And if you could see what I have seen, Byakuya-sama, you would know that there is no such thing as fairytales.” She wiped her face again. She was still crying, but it was hard to say why. He had awoken something in her, something like hope, and it gnawed at her belly with a ferocious hunger. It hurt her, but he would not understand that.
“You are amazing, Hisana-san.” He had said it once before, she realised. She swallowed the pain in her throat:
“And you are kind and generous and – and naïve.” He laughed at her and she finally looked him full in the face. He was breathtakingly beautiful, she realised. The child she remembered danced in his eyes in an instant of self-awareness as he smiled down at her, and then the expression dropped from his face and that strange serenity returned to his features. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Because I am a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and you are the woman I’m going to marry,” he said, and he snatched her hand and started to lead her down the street. He went at such a pace that she had to jog to keep up and, despite all reason, she found herself laughing at his words, the sorrow in her chest bubbling up into her throat:
“What are you saying?” she cried. Her feet were slapping in the puddles. Water was soaking into the hem of the fine kimono and rain was flattening her hair against her face: “You seemed so sensible.”

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Illustration for my writing. Spoiler below becaue I'm illustating this in the wrong order, but, what the hell, the picture goes with this scene:

“I should have come for you sooner.”
“Come for me!” She laughed bitterly, pulled the kimono over her shoulders and started walking, again, in the direction of his home: “I did not expect anything from you. You owe me nothing and I am grateful for your kindness, but this – this” – She stopped and plucked at the kimono: “This is a fairytale! And if you could see what I have seen, Byakuya-sama, you would know that there is no such thing as fairytales.” She wiped her face again. She was still crying, but it was hard to say why. He had awoken something in her, something like hope, and it gnawed at her belly with a ferocious hunger. It hurt her, but he would not understand that.
“You are amazing, Hisana-san.” He had said it once before, she realised. She swallowed the pain in her throat:
“And you are kind and generous and – and naïve.” He laughed at her and she finally looked him full in the face. He was breathtakingly beautiful, she realised. The child she remembered danced in his eyes in an instant of self-awareness as he smiled down at her, and then the expression dropped from his face and that strange serenity returned to his features. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Because I am a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and you are the woman I’m going to marry,” he said, and he snatched her hand and started to lead her down the street. He went at such a pace that she had to jog to keep up and, despite all reason, she found herself laughing at his words, the sorrow in her chest bubbling up into her throat:
“What are you saying?” she cried. Her feet were slapping in the puddles. Water was soaking into the hem of the fine kimono and rain was flattening her hair against her face: “You seemed so sensible.”