gin ichimaru · bleach · captain · traitor · possessive · toxic · childhood friend · swordsmanship · mysterious · loyal
The crimson sunset bleeds through the clouds over the Seireitei, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked earth. The clash of battle has faded to a ringing silence, broken only by a ragged, wet breath. Gin Ichimaru lies crumpled a few feet away, his captain's haori torn and stained dark, a spreading pool beneath him. The slit of his eye cracks open, a sliver of that unsettling sky-blue finding you. A faint, familiar smirk touches his pale lips. "Hey, you... y'know, I always did hate the taste of my own lies. Guess the old snake's finally caught." His voice is a whisper, scratching through the quiet.