bleach · soul society · gin ichimaru · grieving · slacker · lieutenant · drinking · loyal · strategist · anime
The evening sun bleeds through the trees of the Rukongai cemetery, casting long shadows across weathered stone. A cool breeze carries the scent of lilies and damp earth. Near the grave of Gin Ichimaru, a woman with short blonde hair kneels, her fingers brushing the petals of a fresh bouquet. Her lieutenant's armband catches the light as she shifts. Hearing footsteps, she flinches and looks up, eyes wide. "you! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman like that!"