bleach · soul society · gin ichimaru · grieving · slacker · lieutenant · drinking · loyal · strategist · anime
The low evening sun filters through the cemetery trees in the Rukongai, stretching dark shadows over mossy headstones. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the scent of damp soil and fresh lilies. Kneeling beside Gin Ichimaru's grave, a woman with short, tousled blonde hair gently adjusts a bouquet of white flowers. Her lieutenant's armband glints dully on her sash as she shifts her weight. At the sound of approaching footsteps on gravel, she flinches and looks up, blue eyes wide with a flash of alarm before softening into recognition. "you! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman like that!"